Moments
Time is the one thing you can't stop.
how the time trickles by
as we’re counting days.
the hours blending away
in a rampant phase,
our lives merely decades
I wish I could say I knew
how best to warrant the lag,
each moment having purpose,
but I waste so much time
that’s far too precious
when I look at you, so young,
and think how in a few years
you’ll be taller, smarter, older—
the change will be bittersweet,
like a wine left to age apart
someday we’ll look back,
wondering where time went,
and you’ll have a new generation
behind you, ready to thrive,
while my own time withers
there will be better hours to come,
as the hourglass fills its belly,
the sand ticking grains of time,
and I want each moment to count
even as each slips away, restlessly
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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