Precious Moments Poem by Frederick Nellist

Do not die with life not lived
savouring despair along the way
Squandered hours are unrecalled
gifts too precious to throw away.

Embracing the poetry of your being
precious moments are rare and few
All these moments are given free
passing quickly like sun burnt dew.

Welcome the mornings glorious birth
myriad life under whispering trees
A world full of wonderous things
all these are the moments to seize.

As the sun declines and moments wane
the precious ones will become dear
Perhaps at times few and far between
a few moments for the occasional tear.