THE LITTLE TINY MOMENTS (An Original Poem)
we can pretend that breathing is easy,
that each moment doesn’t slip away
that we don’t regret the unsaid things.
that age sweeps through us and
builds and blossoms,
but the blooming season
is too late for us all.
we can pretend this ride
isn’t fast and unexpected
we can pretend that life takes lifetimes
and each moment
is so full and large
we’d be content this being our last one.
and maybe i’m wrong,
i always am—
but, maybe we can appreciate each moment
a little bit more too.
after all,
it’s the last one of its kind
we’re ever going to get.
Hello @kevjawood,
Congratulations! Your post has been chosen by the communities of SteemTrail as one of our top picks today.
Also, as a selection for being a top pick today, you have been awarded a TRAIL token for your participation on our innovative platform...STEEM.
Please visit SteemTrail to get instructions on how to claim your TRAIL token today.
If you wish to learn more about receiving additional TRAIL tokens and SteemTrail, stop by and chat with us.
Happy TRAIL!
This post has been ranked within the top 25 most undervalued posts in the second half of Dec 31. We estimate that this post is undervalued by $17.31 as compared to a scenario in which every voter had an equal say.
See the full rankings and details in The Daily Tribune: Dec 31 - Part II. You can also read about some of our methodology, data analysis and technical details in our initial post.
If you are the author and would prefer not to receive these comments, simply reply "Stop" to this comment.