Moments

Another poem I wrote

As the clock on the wall ticks, it is just another reminder.

For what has been, for what it is now, and for what it will be in the future. 

As the hour hand slowly creeps upon the next number, it is just another reminder. 

 A reminder that time passing and lives fading is inevitable. 

Time is a haunting virtue. 

With each second, we are walking memories. 

Fleeting lives and the attempt to capture our dreams,

Within a time limit, we have not the slightest clue. 

Because we may never grasp the concept. 

The concept of life.

We all miss it. 

When we are focusing on time, and the arrival of such events. 

Time distracts us, it only lets us see the bigger picture. 

When really life is about the brush strokes. 

We do not live in the hours. 

We live in the seconds. 

In these seconds, we get moments.

And in these moment's, we create the ensemble called,

Life.  

Reviews

[-Scribe in Style-]

Very true...
Time will pass, but will you?

I like this piece - it is very capturing of value!

A

[M.E.Lyle]

This was really interesting to me because...being an old, old man, time seems not to care. Every instant we are closer to death. Now there's a morbid thought.
We waste so much of our time wishing to grow up, get married, have kids, retire, on and on, and on.
Why would we want to wish our lives away, we have so little of it to begin with.
I read once that, to wish away time was to turn your back on God. I don't know what that means exactly, but I'm sure it must mean something cerebral.
A great work.

[Emily]

Thank you so much for the kind words!
Focus on the present as much as possible. It is okay to plan for the future, but do not get stuck in it, this can be said about the past as well.