For a Moment

For a Moment

Time’s a vapor we cannot hold

Can’t be bought, can’t be sold

It’s ours for now

Then gone somehow

We can never elude time

It is sublime

Moving always

Quick to replace

Each existing moment with the next

And you’ll possess

Its enjoyment

For a moment

This was originally a minute poem. (Which is A poem with exactly 60 syllables. <60 syllables, one syllable per second, making it a “minute poem” which someone thought was a clever idea> This poem is made up of 12 lines, four lines per stanza. The syllable count is 8, 4, 4, 4, per stanza and the rhyme scheme is a,a,b,b, c,c,d,d, e,e,f,f, and that’s all there is to the formula of this poem!)

But I didn’t like it the way it was, so I changed it. So now it’s a nothing poem! Just a poor, forgotten version of what once was…

But I like it. It’s an individual.

Anyway, the basic idea of this poem is simply that time is such an easy thing to take for granted! But we honestly only have each moment for a moment. And we don’t get it back. See? Watch this:

This moment is gone.

The first time you read it, you had that moment! And now it’s gone.

Boom.

That just happened. 

And I do believe my job here is done.