Moments

Moments Moments, those elusive little pieces That string together to define us. Moments, some great, some harsh, Some just forgotten in time. Moments, each one a precious gem, Yet mostly unnoticed, Busy constantly, they seem to Pass by without aplomb. Moments, each one unique Different than any other, Yet largely unappreciated Because of failure to recognize Moments, the pieces of the puzzle, One makes little sense without the others, Moments, the cosmic measure Of time undefined. Moments, mostly wasted, Unappreciated, unused. Moments, forgotten, remembered, Yet always there. Moments, what is done With each one we are given? What will define this moment for you? They are only here but briefly. Moments, each one a chance To do something special. Moments, they can alter history, Change a life. Moments, you have them, Do you use them? Do you make each one count? What will you do with this moment?