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These Fleeting Moments
These fleeting moments we're living today
are glimpses slipping into distant yesterday,
their remembrance is stored in consciousness;
on the cold death bed, they'll reappear to obsess!
As a toddler who's let alone in his crib,
he experiences terror on the early dawn;
her amiable voice will calm him down;
we are no different and start to sob!
He came out of her bloody womb
and his first scream was too aloud,
and drinking milk from her nipples he was glad;
he's very old now, and she's in her dark tomb!
We welcome everything except death,
and turning away with an uneasy frown,
we show much contempt towards our fate, and again,
we follow the long trail of denial and run out of breath!
These fleeting moments we are living today,
have a dire warning tone to live time wisely;
waste it to fulfill ambitions not offering joys
but pride: it will escape from egotistical minds!
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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