Laughing Moment

We’ve made this a miser’s world, happiness is rationed

Unconditional giving has become old-fashioned

Luckily for us, there’s the mother, the moment

We’re denied, siding with the past, it’s opponent

The moment has no interest in battles or a victory

There is nothing for it to learn from history

It comes like a fresh drop of dew

It’s quickly lost in the distance between me and you

The moment is a giver, the past a taker

It takes us in search of happiness, as a savior

We are driven to hold those miserly hands

It cannot give, all they hold are barren lands

If the moment were miserly

It would hold back its entirety

That has never happened

On its lap, all are happy and laughing