The Missing Moments
Life is a series of moments
Moments we embrace and treasure
Moments that give us pleasure
Like a precious stone to a jeweler
An image to a photographer
A revelation to the faithful
We gather our moments together
Store them in the attics of our brains
Sort them out and gaze at them
When times get rough or
We get sentimental
We like to think our moments
Belong to us like photos in a box
That can never be taken away
But time and circumstance
Like thieves in the night
Can strip them from us
Bury them or twist them till
We no longer recognize
Time and circumstance are stealing
Moments now that never happened
Welcoming a newborn babe
Into a bright and loving world
Catching a foul ball with a bare hand
Sharing a sunset in the sunset of our lives
Finding comfort in a crowd of friends
Witnessing nature in her naked glory
Basking in the warmth of family
Communing with precious friends
All the moments that might have been
Vanish with the poisoned wind
May we all create new moments
But we cannot have them back again
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