Fleeting Joy in a Jar

Good days slip through my fingers like sand. Friends and family, a fleeting band.

Days gone by, a clock with no hands. I wish I could catch joy

in a jar. Seal it tight and keep it from afar. Frozen memories,

dreams that glow. Life moves on, but it moves too slow. The fire burns

low, the embers still dance. Like old photographs, a stolen glance.

Time plays a tune, but we miss the chance. Flames in a

fireplace, they crackle and fade. Warm for a moment,

then shadows invade. Ashes to ashes, but stories remain. I wish