We know too well
What must be will be
So cherish each moment
Then set it free
Waste not and want not
Fulfillment is this
To cherish each moment
Of fleeting ‘what is’
We cannot reach
What was or will be
So cherish the moment
That rests on your knee
A life well-lived
Is done, not in years
But in cherishing moments
Before they disappear
Softly and tenderly
See how they slip
Sweet, cherished moment
From life’s fingertips
The thought of forever
I cannot grasp
So I’ll cherish each moment
Of you, in my clasp
© J~
A week ago the dandelion fields were a sea of gold...this week silver.
This is a beautiful poem with a wonderful message. (And I like the photos of the dandelion fields at different weeks.)
ReplyDeleteThank-you Mary. Everything seems early this year-even the dandelions.
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