Cherish The Moments

 Hey, you, holding a crazy pen, 

Why are you writing the diary?

-- Every moment is precious, 

and beholds memory.

See the void of blank paper, 

What’s there the pen finds?

 -- This trivial attempt, 

do open, hearts and minds.

Is there anything special? 

That mind finds?

-- Moments are,

Special or not, the eternity, diary unwinds.

Why so regular?

Couldn't you procrastinate?

-- Who knows?

When, special moments emerge to act.

Where are the moments?

-- The moments are

Scattered like jewels 

When we least expect, 

bang, they arrive.