Life's Moments Poem by Phil Charters

Fear you not, your life’s demise.
It is but a moment, In tragic guise.
Liken, if you will,
the moments of life's dream;
As to the water droplets, that create the stream.
‘Tis at the ocean, the stream does end;
But I think this tale, we must amend.
Look you back, toward the flow: -
Life be the same, ‘tis how the dream does go.
‘Tis to the ’morrow, that I say: -
“What be the point of yesterday? ”
Oblivion snatched it, its in its grasp:
Of it, ‘we have surely seen the last.’
But hark you back, around the tale;
To understand it, indeed, ‘you must not fail.’
The stream does pass, but still it does exist:
So to, life’s moments,
a strange but heartening twist.
Ones life, at birth, its time allotted:
Into its space, it is thus slotted.
Life’s moments flow,
until death takes its magic force:
But cannot: shall not: take what comes before.