Moments of Time, For my Grandchildren ** Options

[Thoth]

Version 2 6 Feb 2014 (Thanks Lori)

The weeks, the months, the fleeting years
all filled with wonder, joys and fears.
I've squandered many, (sad but true)
that’s not the path I’d wish for you.

A gift from God; each gilded day
for us to use in work or play.
The hours past are not returned
yet leave their lessons to be learned.

One precious minute paints your sky,
stays sixty seconds then shall fly
so mark each special second well;
they tick your life yet never dwell.



Original

The weeks, the months, the fleeting years
all filled with hopes and joys and fears.
I've squandered much (it's sad but true),
that’s not the path I’d wish for you.

A gift from God; each gilded day
for us to use in work or play.
The passing hour won't return
yet leaves a lesson to be learned.

One fleeting minute paints your sky,
stays sixty seconds then shall fly
so mark each special second well;
it checks your life yet will not dwell.


"unique" replaced by "special" (thanks Syl)

[Eisa]

Hi Wally

How great to see you posting this thought provoking poem It's definitely a good one for children & adult too.

I like the change from unique to special. As to the 'hour' problem, I tend to use the syllables according to the meter I need

It's good to read you tonight.

Snow