Glass Beads

Life is a bunch of random moments,
Strung together like glass beads.
How do you remember them?
Can you hear them sing?
Have you ever had that moment:
One falls - shatters on the ground?
How long till you recover?
Can the missing pieces all be found?
Each one's a different color
Sometimes a different shape.
Do they glitter in the sun?
How many are opaque?
Can you see right through them,
To the other side?
Or do you have to sift through sands,
Behind the doors of time?
Will they all fit in your hand,
Or overflow a dish?
When you look back at these moments,
In your soul, do you feel rich?