Moment-merchants

Time overruns our pockets with portions equal, alike

A moment-metered measure to spend in a place called Life

Thus, how we choose to use the coin of tick by tock alloy

Will multiply our happiness or diminish our joy

We all are moment-merchants, spenders of time’s rendering

And I have seen a rich man poor and a pauper-like king

Lack of cold gold cannot withhold what we are looking for

Held in the meld of moments; who could ask Time’s flask for more?

Unstoppered are the coffers from whence treasure-rivers run

A blue-flung sky above us and beneath our feet, strewn sun

An hour, lent to wander bowers bent with bloom and breeze

Where moment-merchants revel in disheveled luxuries

The hour is upon us; soon its flower falls away

Soft-scattered to a soldered fell that we call Yesterday

Still, lo and behold, see the gold unfolding from yon store

To replenish the pockets of moment-merchants once more

© Janet Martin

...take a moment and give a listen to a good tune;-)