A Moment in Time; that is what is gotten in life, some moments longer than others, but never for eternity, so we are told and yet proven not. A shard, from the past; a sliver of stone, from the birth of time; a memory handed down from an age thought old, but as far as known, moments are fleeting, but if gathered making memories, could, not all moments, be recalled, and making a better human race to find? Any, moment in time, is an entity unto its self, never exactly the same, nor a mirror image, but just another moment in time.
This is the 22nd book in this poetry series by Kenneth J. Hesterberg.