HOW LIFE SLIPS Press your breasts against my chest and hold me tight. The world will take care of the rest as it always does, as it has always done. At forty-four Iíve come to know Iíll never get to most things; much wisdom Iíll never own; that all the beauty we earn with our talent and persistence barely outlasts us, if weíre lucky. The children are getting older and will soon be gone. Markets rise and crash and retirement savings might survive or not. Time canít be slowed no matter how long we grasp the past. Hold me tight and you just might miss how life slips into a memory, as we grow even closer than we ever thought we could.
© Daniel Goodwin