© 2016 by P Michael Biggs
I want to write a poem about time
Being in the moment is the best use of time
We stop the rush, we pause to climb
An available oak tree, or talk at bedtime
Life in the moment, so precious, so sublime
Those moments rush past, and we catch them sometime
On our best days, in rain or in shine
We capture those moments, and they become prime
Time is elusive, it can turn on a dime
One moment we’re aware, and then it’s past time
We miss some good moments, they can happen anytime
The best conversations happen at dinnertime
Perhaps it is time to end this rhyme
I heard the clock, it made a chime
In season and out, we measure our time
Small moments scoot by, rare jewels made of time
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