All we have are the hours the minutes the seconds
That we spend between us.
Just moments in time
No reason or rhyme
Just moments in time
Set in stone in time itself.
What is done cannot be undone
What is made cannot be unmade
The moments come the moments go
We just have to make the most of time
The most of now
Every beating second
Moments die moments are born
Breaths are breathed in breathless sighs.
This poem really gives a sense of time moving too quickly. I really liked it. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every second has a meaning. Every meaning has a purpose. Wasted moments are never to be recaptured or undone! I like this, Daniel. Thanks. Well done. L