Moments To Me That Come Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those moments from moments to me that come,
Seem with me to linger.
And, each moment that comes stays undone,
Until...
They fade to end.

And I am left to wonder,
Why in my mind they remain.
Why in my mind they come as they do,
To stay that way and unchanged.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

To myself I begin to wonder,
Why do those moments appear.
Why do these moments come into view,
To leave me sentimental and near tears.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

Those moments from moments to me that come,
Seem with me to linger.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

Each moment that comes stays undone,
Until...
They fade to end.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

And I am left to wonder,
Why in my mind they remain.
Why in my mind they come as they do,
To stay that way and unchanged.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

Do I want them to stop?
And,
I would answer...
Probably not.

Those moments from moments to me that come,
Will stay...
Until they fade.
Those moments from moments to me that come,
They will stay uninvited...
Until they are done.

Those moments from moments to me that come,
Will stay...
Until they fade.
Those moments from moments to me that come,
They will stay uninvited...
Until they are done,
To leave.