Can I capture time? And preserve it for always. So it doesn’t escape or spoil or merely slip through my fingers. How I long for those days of yore, when children’s laughter filled the home and my heart. When days ahead seemed boundless and never ending. Oh this time is a cruel thing, and so it is. Time heals everything, and yet, it is time that snatches everything in its path as well. A greedy lustful enemy is time.