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?