Making precious moments last
in this world that goes too fast.
The seconds pass; a moment lost
and we are left to count the cost
of standing still against the flow
and facing currents never slow.
But does it matter; life goes by,
the grass is green, there’s still blue sky.
Those seconds lost along the way
can be the best ones of the day.
So hold them, love them when they come
‘cos they’re the one time we’re not numb.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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