Thinking on things past, roads traveled, hour glass..
One might think it was hard, or long, or awkward.
I've yet to stop and really wonder, ponder the making of my life.
All I have to hold, memories that bring me to here.
Cherish the times have gone by, the moments still framed in my mind.
Hold fast the times I wished would pass, hold them close.
Before I blink a tired eye, and create more wrinkles of my time.
It passes, like the billow of clouds on rain filled day, it passes.
You cannot have another moment, or one that is gone.
Can't repeat the melody of a love filled, painful life song.
You cannot retrace those steps, won't find another road the same.
Once it's gone, it's gone, there is nowhere to find it again.
So hold dear the moment, worry not of tomorrow.
Thank God in heaven, for the blessing of life.
The blessing of hard times, and easy times, and sad times.
Thank God now, and hold dear the moment, when it is gone, it's gone.
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