Just A Moment

It’s just a moment now.
Next it will be another bit of time gone,
Never to be gotten back.
The oft’ quoted “all we have is now”
Is no less true for being repeated into cliché.

Savor this instant with its unique taste.
Good or bad or indifferent, it passes and
Memory has its own intoxicating overlying flavor.
Ah, the present—passive or purposeful?
Moments make up minutes, and then hours, flown by
Before we realize they have whizzed past into history,
But I shall not give up my time lightly or without thought.

There are those seconds, minutes, I must wrestle for—
Stolen by occupation or illness against my will.
The struggle takes its own toll on the ticking clock
Till I move past the instants gone, letting go,
Choosing to make the most of the available present.

It’s just a moment now,
But now is the best time there is
To enjoy the moment.