Planning for the future is
Always sound
advice,
Even though those
plans may run awry.
Things happen as
events unfold,
Circumstances
change with
The mournful often
left to wonder why.
But tomorrow
hasn’t happened yet,
In truth, it never
will,
And yesterday is a
fallow field
With furrows left
to till.
Only one place
left to be,
Though I may not
know how.
Father Time
abandons me
As I find myself
in now.
Now is where I
need reside,
Now is all we have.
Now can slip so
easily away.
Now cannot be
vilified
Or broken into
this or that
Like some poor potters’
mound of molded clay.
You may want and
wish and plan
Or mourn the past
with sad regret.
Muddle if you must
in musings but
Live for now.
It’s all you get.
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