We have a propensity

To think of time

As an infinite commodity

The future is ours

Or so we think

We dream about it…





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


Gets in the way

There is simply

No time

To spend time

Enjoying the nuances

Of people


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