Moments

Our life is short, a fleeting breath,

A waltz with time that ends in death.

Too brief the days to chase the gold,

Too rich the moments left untold.

The sun will rise, then fade to night,

Each star a fleeting, borrowed light.

What value lies in minted coins,

When hearts, not wealth, are what enjoins?

The laughter shared, the touch of hand,

The dreams we build, the love we stand—

These treasures gleam beyond the grave,

Not fortunes sought, but lives we save.

So let the world its riches hoard,

We’ll find our wealth where love is stored.

For life is short, too short, my friend,

To chase what fades when all things end.