Moment - Poem by Lois Cook
Why Hurry through the hours of day,
So you can sleep to wake again.
Then rush the hours of light away,
So you can rest as days light ends.
But take the time, to touch a rose,
to feel the sun upon your face.
To feel a cool breeze in your hair,
walk slow and greet the human race.
Moment to moment we live our lives,
and all our moments, are memories.
Etched deeply in a complex web,
recalled where no one else can see.
Walk slow and take the time to care,
For memories lost, you can't reclaim.
Walk slow and leave your foot prints there,
for someone than, might know your name.
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