It slips through my fingers like water
I can’t catch it
I can’t find it
No do-overs – the moments I’ve lost to time.
She’s older every day
I can’t catch up with her yesterday
I can’t find the moments lost
There’s no refunding the days
No doing over of mistakes – they are lost to time.
Time past has gone
Time present I live now
Finding every moment wrapped as a gift
Refunding what was seemingly lost
Present mistakes corrected – that I lost to time.
Tomorrow has yet to be lived
Planning the minutes to the full
Looking for gifts hidden in time
Tomorrow refunds yesterday’s loss
Never mistake new moments – else they also be lost to time.