Tin.

Today has chosen it’s role, as reminder,
That happiness is transient.
It’s the brief respite from the trials of life,
Glorious moments we are but lent.
Happiness is a dying star, exploding in our sky.
We will at some point lose it’s glory,
And repercussions will often fly.
I want to be present in the moment,
Honour it, soak it in,
But it’s gone before I know it.
The shining silver is now tin.