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Here I stand, blown by the winds of Change.
Hold the moment!
And then it's gone,
Swept away.
Grasp the instant!
Savor the feeling,
Before it's snatched away.
Seize the present!
Stay transient Time,
Until the winds blow again.
Onwards into the future!
As the present becomes the past;
With Time rushing swiftly by,
The moment is gone, lost in eternity.
This poem has a similar subject to Memories. I had been reading some of Fritz Leiber's Big Time stories, and was inspired by his Change Winds. If you haven't read his works, do so. He was a fantastic storyteller, and I miss him.