The Dying Moment Declares…

When I peered once at a passing moment, It looked back, stared at me flustered and peeved, Looking nigh strange, a moment duly spent, ‘I scarce am unlike those ye never lived'. So taken aback, hit as if on chest, I demurred feebly at gallows' humour, But struggled still— this new truth to digest, A warning bell, a point pressed with hammer? This no way is advice—gift of good-bye: Live every moment as if very last, Lest it should get lost in life's buried past, Beware; a dying moment does not lie, Give it presence ye never knew as NOW, But when it melts as past, let it and bow. _____________________________________ Sonnets | 05.07.08 |