Each Fleeting Moment
It would be nice to catch each moment lived
and relive each as they come.
I would have thought up a migraine
for ways to live each moment better.
Ere like butterflies in a rogue gale
they disperse from my reach,
lost in the undergrowth of the meadow,
not to pass your way again.
In abundance they exist,
In abundance they perish.
Each one judiciously lived
is a fortune made.
Copyright © Edi Udoyen | Year Posted 2012
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