Endless days
Like leaves on the ground
Experienced then discarded
Their worth
Only in that moment then
Discarded forgotten to time
Each represented a feeling
Each moment lived
The thirsty crave but a taste of water
To slake their bitter thirst
Those who lost their being
Lust for an instant of that discarded experience
Covent a moment of the forgotten dream
Only to exist in the nothing that defines
The existence after
Their temporal journey
The true worth of those forgotten moments
They are only made manifest after their passing

An Original Poem By H.R.  Beebe