Holding a moment and praise it,
that should we do.
Not thinking of future and wasting our present.
But we do as foolish, always, the moments way
and wait for something of uncertainty
in the search of the next day.

Life cries in stress,
by not thinking about our moments.
But when we turn back,
we became late.
The time doesn’t come back,
like the presents of our parents.
The value of their worries can’t be valued with any exchange!
Moments of our children’s age, moments of their quest,
everything goes way.
Only we stay alone with nothing except such stupid hurries.