The Moment Poem by Paul Reed

I know now what the weekend was about
I think I knew it in my bones;
It was all about a single moment
That you granted to me
One that took me back to ’73.

There was no victory in store
That outcome not pre-destined;
But you had a sweet special time
On Sunday afternoon to unveil
For the heights my heart to scale.

Just like then I sat
With pent-up eagerness and hope;
Then full of youth, now with pride
Then, when the second arrived
Events melted together as you had contrived.

I leapt in the air
Heart brimming over with triumph;
As I landed back on the ground
Thinly, through my excited furore
Came the truth that there would be no more.

For our lives are a series of moments
Of sweetness, despair and joy;
Such emotions do not linger
Far better their fleeting nature to recognise
And let the stars fall from our eyes.

I sadly turned and left the room
And tasted the gentle fresh air;
Revelled in the moment you had granted
And stored away my second’s pleasure
As just a memory to always treasure.