Looking back
All those days and weeks
All the time gone by and spent
Are precious.
Those moments which once were
But will never again be
Except in some snippet of memory
Tucked away
Somewhere
Until some sight or sound
Pulls them to the surface
Where, for a moment, they live again.
Only to disappear
Again.
As I get older
The time in front of me is also precious
Numbered now in months or years
That I can count
And imagine.
The challenge for me today
Is to allow this moment
The one I have right now
With whatever it holds
To also be precious
As precious as those moments past
And the moments that are yet to be.
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