They talk about moments
That bathe in the sun
When our star has risen
And the best has begun
When life is a breeze
That blows joys our way
It’s then we are told
To just seize the day
We all try to capture
And hold in our hands
A thing that is transient
And not meant to land
For the best it is fleeting
Like the blink of an eye
As we bathe in reflection
Of what’s just passed us by
Recent Comments