Listen to The Moments

Listen to The Moments

Listen to the moments
Of your own thought
It sounds so whispering soft
Like an autumn wind
That is stirring the peace
Of the old summer grass
Listen to them as they sing
In the days that go by and by
Moments you still don't have
But you'll handle them in time
Just as today is here
Flowers are born to decay
Man is born for his thought
That wanders today and tomorrow
Into the cluttering dark
Someone might say he has heard
Them already and seen
Like futures ahead in time
But we both know it's not so
Tomorrows thoughts are yet to be

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