FizzGig's Poetry

The Gift of the Present

Oh gentle Morrow, eyes deceive,
As softer, greener Grasses beg me leave.
The thought of Time, so little left
Of hours past, it leaves my Heart bereft

Forgive me as I walk the Shores
Of Memories, their distant echo roars
Of lessons learned, and Times long past
Familiar faces, colors racing fast

The Morrow promised what I?d need
And Yesterday consumed my thoughts with greed
But Morrow never truly comes
And Yesterday cannot accept it?s done.

The Present lingers, here and now
Gifting me the Time I craved, and how
It?s constant vigilance provides
Me chances to make brilliant strides.

So I?ll not dwell on distant thought
Of Morrow?s fickle promises, I ought
To steer away from wistful Memory?s shore
Take what I can to Learn, but nothing more.

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