Impressions

Photo by S. T. Casebeer 

Do not lament a moment past,

A fleeting moment made to share.

Do not feel it lost in passing,

For to be past, it need be there.

And in existing, only seconds,

Its donation subtly paid,

Enriches life and heart and soul,

With vast impressions it has made.

Foolish is the heart that lives one moment,

And its passing grieves,

For in the volume of our lives,

Each page must turn to reveal new leaves.

Each second gives us priceless life;

It also gives us age.

Take care my friend, as chapters end,

Don’t stop to mourn the page.

Read on and on; each second counts;

Each chapter grows more fine,

And often as not, what we fear is lost,

Is ahead just one more line.

STC