Time is always passing us by,
leaving us high and dry.
Those days we hope and savor,
seem to fly by like pages of a book.

The good times roll on,
while the bad times stick,
like thick-dark molasses,
but even that too passes.

It's a fact of our grand journey,
that time will ravage all our glory,
our days, our by-ways, and every
which way in between as well.

When the play is over,
and the band has ceased,
and the theater has closed,
little of us will hence remain.

It's a thought that can depress,
into a malaise you can't express,
a raging storm of crisis and doubt
that can spiral into something profound.

But. One thing that can be clutched to,
is a simple fact as true as true.
While time can take so much of us,
our hair, our looks, our medals.

It can leave us old, withered, and grey.
hardly able to remember our names.
or what we've accomplished or did,
but time cannot remove one thing alone.

The moments that shape our souls,
those feelings that strike us deep,
even if the memory doesn't remain,
the sensation remains still in our brain.

That's why it matters most of all,
that we cherish and value those
special moments that can't be
thrown out like week-old garbage.

Take just a moment out of every day,
and think about the times you loved
most and why they mattered so.
Take a picture inside and develop it.

Foster it in the garden of your mind,
so that when we all bid adieu
for that final, fear-filled farewell,
we will leave behind just one moment.