Tiny tears in the

fabric of time

Tiny moments

so soon resign

Tiny minutes

slipping away

No matter how much

you want them to stay


You’ll never get back

the moments you’ve lost

Moments you’ve squandered,

if only in jost

Moments you’ve wasted,

moments you’ve fought

Can only be preserved

in memory, in thought


So never say what you

Don’t truly mean;

Future events

Can never be seen

Don’t let seconds pass by

Without ascertaining;

Know that you’ve made

the best of everything