In The Moment Be (Au Courant) Poem by Smoky Hoss
In The Moment Be (Au Courant)
Who this very day can hold,
and keep from getting old?
The beauty of memories are born in grace,
of time and place,
of discovery, wonder and play;
enjoy the moment where you stand,
while you can...
for far too soon, all becomes
merely a passing day -
Life so oft seems in a rush,
bound for the grave in it's eternal hush.
Only here, in the now, are we feeble beings
given to laugh, dance and sing,
and leave upon the world
our little gift of joy;
as briefly along life's road we pass,
and oh so fast,
may it more than any thing be
love that we, always employ -
Smoky! Another gem of a write and so true! When I was young one day seemed so full of adventure and excitement and exploration that it seemed two weeks passed by in its 24 hour period. Now the weeks start on one day and end on the next. Thank goodness we stored up so many gems of memories to take out and explore again. Top marks of course!
Wonderful advice, that line: enjoy the moment where you stand. Another excellent poem!
Who this very day can hold, and keep from getting old? no one all know it so only intelligent ones like you enjoy life have fun intermingled with pun then none would know where we've gone nice poem have you read MOMS SMILES U WILL LIKE IT ALL HAVE
So few words, but so much meaning. We must all be aware and take all life can throw at us. It is such a wonderful world made better by the people in it. Good one Smoky, glad you enjoyed your holiday with your daughter. That is after all what life is about. Those precious memories will tide you over when times may not be as good. Take care old friend.
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Smoky, this is a theme I've written several poems on and was thinking about it this very morning. For comparison, and I hope your enjoyment, see 'Let Me Not Say' and 'ode to Now.' -Glen