Time

Do not fear
The passing of time.
Each second is but a pause,
A fragment of a moment
Not to be feared
But to be treasured.
Celebrated as a snapshot of life
In all its technicolour splendour.
And as it passes
Gently into memory
A new moment takes its place.
Sometimes this new moment is an echo
of time just passed,
Sometimes this new moment changes everything.
But in that moment,
This moment,
These moments,
Time is not to be feared
But to be held gently
And remembered for all it is
And was.

(c) Rich Clarkson 2010

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