moments

I look through my photos, remembering All the moments - memories I had failed to cherish, failed to realize those moments I had forgotten were THE moments. The moments people call the 'Good old days' It makes me wonder if I am still in those days, If the best years of my life are happening, And I have yet to notice... Am I too late? Will I look back to this very moment with regret once again? Will I even care? How does one even know if this moment, this second, will be missed, important, reminisced upon? I have no choice but to treat each moment like it is The Moment.