to stop is to live

Precious moments keep slipping past
Slipping through my fingers
Yet as I feel each moment 
Leaving quickly from the present
I reach out, stopping to grab hold
Of a glimmer of the beauty
That only living life can provide
Grasping on almost too tightly
Because I don't want to lose 
One more minute of treasured time
To the ticking of the clock

1 comment:

  1. This one hits hard. Life, moments, etc. truly are fleeting.


Comments are always a pleasure! Thank you!