Moments

Each moment is like dripping sand,

Working slowly, through time’s hands.

And as though the fates demand,

We grasp every moment, as fast as we can.

The moments come and then they pass.

Leaving us with sugary, sour tastes that last.

And though we can do little to change the past,

We can move on with quick steps and hearts fast.

We can hold each moment, as precious as it be.

Tend it, love it, grasp it, show to others to see.

We can remember and dwell in the memories free,

And inside each moment is a lock and a key.

So grasp the lock and hold it firm,

Grip the key and watch as it turns.

Fling open the door and live to learn,

That each moment leaves a delicate, sweet burn.

It courses through us, from head to pointed toe.

Whispering secrets we never thought we’d know.

Each moment, however small, has its own glow.

Follow the moments, wherever, and never let them go.