Moments

Poetry

how the time trickles by

as we’re counting days.

the hours blending away

in a rampant phase,

our lives merely decades

I wish I could say I knew

how best to warrant the lag,

each moment having purpose,

but I waste so much time

that’s far too precious

when I look at you, so young,

and think how in a few years

you’ll be taller, smarter, older —

the change will be bittersweet,

like a wine left to age apart

someday we’ll look back,

wondering where time went,

and you’ll have a new generation

behind you, ready to thrive,

while my own time withers

there will be better hours to come,

as the hourglass fills its belly,

the sand ticking grains of time,

and I want each moment to count

even as each slips away, restlessly

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