Golden Hour

The brightest moments in life
Those moments
Are like quick flashes
And never come back

Everyone has their own
Special times in life
Some people look forward
To what’s ahead
While others
Cherish the memories
Of what’s gone by

But just like
Every beginning has an end
What should we dream of and hope
For as these fleeting moments pass

What should we call
All the other times
Apart from those beautiful
And shining moments
Could living for the moment leave
Our hearts feeling emptier

The moments
Of laughter with friends
Quiet family dinners
Relaxing weekends
With loved ones

Could these
Be the real Golden Hours
Of our lives