We have a propensity
To think of time
As an infinite commodity
The future is ours
Or so we think
We dream about it…
Education
Career
Family
Travel
Even retirement
We look back on it…
Could have
Should have
What if…
There’s this thing called,
“The Moment”
Ever present
Yet it escapes us
Life
Gets in the way
There is simply
No time
To spend time
Enjoying the nuances
Of people
Places
And things
They come and go
So quickly
Like sand
In an hour glass
We must pause
The fast forward
Now and then
So that one day
We will have more
To look back on
And be proud of
A life well lived
And cherished
One moment
At a time