They Who These Moments Treasure
They who these moments treasure
View not its sands, Time's
As which value-handling grimes
Lets slip through, wasteful.
But what does accumulate
For it, gold-sprinkled
As heart's drawn on reserves
Retired joy best serves.
View not its sands, Time's
As which value-handling grimes
Lets slip through, wasteful.
But what does accumulate
For it, gold-sprinkled
As heart's drawn on reserves
Retired joy best serves.
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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