To capture this moment and make it mine holding on to it forever,
And never leave this instant in time, each second a simple treasure.

Yet dwelling on things that lie in the past, on moments that have gone by,
Will never lead to tomorrow’s dream where promise and a future lie.

So memories serve to remind me now of happiness and joy back then;
Footprints along life’s sandy beach, mementos of where I’ve been.

I now lift my eyes in front of me on the road that lay ahead;
To the person I have yet to become and life’s chapters still unread.

by Brian Shivers


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