Likely aspects of life hang in the balance as each
day progresses.
Some parts are collected and put on display, while
others are shame-facedly hidden away.
There is no way of saying which will go where, for
it is a moment's decision, made without thinking.
Reason plays so little a part in thoughtful processes,
all happens in a spontaneous second.
Life is actually lived moments at a time, if we stopped
to watch we would see this truth.
All moments gathered up at last, help us to leave this
world and not look back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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