Moments evaporate like breath

We forget it’s piece-meal death

Time collects those fragments

It won’t let age remain stagnant

Moments, nuggets of gold

Each one will be sold

What we receive in return

Depends on awareness we earn

Every moment that goes by

Is a chance to rise and purify

The mind’s sweet distillate

Will be worth the wait

When moments become replete

With attention, real not deceit

Ahead, come our prime years

Time will reverse its gears