Random words... not quite a poem...

A blade of grass, a soft breeze, a vague memory of playing with childhood friends.
Life passes so quickly... the years become a blur.
But I hear the distant voices of my youth...
"Can Chrissy come out to play?"
And away I went on another adventure, another game of army, another game of football.
Life passes so quickly...
I still hear those voices, but only when I take time to watch the blade of grass move gently in the wind.
I feel like that blade of grass... fragile, yet strong, as I hold my own against the turmoil in my...
Life that passes so quickly....