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