Posted by Ben Naga
Cursed and blessed are we
A tightrope walking act
No time to take a stance
One moment gone the next
Posted on January 3, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged Life, Time. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
A moment in time, a single second to achieve or fail.
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Mourn not passing moments
There’s always the next one
However it arrives
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