Saturday, December 29, 2012

Stolen Moments

 

Stolen moments

How could one do this?

 

Where would this place:

Beyond the galactic expanse

Beyond man's theory

That is the border and gate of understanding

Which we yet to have

The mental, physical, or spiritual genetic sequence to fathom

Be

 

That one could reach their hand

Fully grasp the concept we've come to know as

Time

 

Would there be anyone to stop us

We are attempting theft

Maybe even burglary

 

Its more likely

Or maybe just me

We make excuses for what we have traded away

 

We readily sacrifice what we have to

Green, gold, silver, even plastic Gods

 

We give huge portions

Freely

To those whom did not deserve the smallest

Those that would co-opt yours

Solely

For theirs

 

We label them

Seconds

When we realize

Even the smallest of measurement counts

When we have little or none left

 

When we realize

The precious gift we had

When we gaze upon

The less than magic beans we now possess

 

We feel cheated

We feel wronged

We feel robbed

We say;

 

"Some one has Stolen my moments!"

 

When the truth has become clear

 

"You gave them away."

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

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