He who binds to himself a joy,
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity’s sunrise
Thinking about today’s daily prompt, I remembered the poem from William Blake that I learned by heart in school. It’s a short poem that reminds me to enjoy a moment without trying to hold on to it. (Selfishly) holding on to things of pleasure is useless. They pass, things change. That’s a fact of life. You shouldn’t be sad about things that pass, but cherish the good moments you have and once had.
Posted in response to Today’s Daily Prompt: By Heart – You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?