Precious Moments

Precious Moments

Do not die with life not lived

savouring despair along the way

Squandered hours are unrecalled

gifts too precious to throw away.

Embracing the poetry of your being

precious moments are rare and few

All these moments are given free

passing quickly like sun burnt dew.

Welcome the mornings glorious birth

myriad life under whispering trees

A world full of wonderous things

all these are the moments to seize.

As the sun declines and moments wane

the precious ones will become dear

Perhaps at times few and far between

a few moments for the occasional tear.

by Freddie Nellist