The ache which seems will never go away,
One day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
What feels indelible today won’t stay;
An ink so permanent does not exist.
But life exists of mostly here and now,
And want of foreign future – just a tease.
The past is o’er – survived it – take a bow,
And live this day though tossed in stormy seas.
‘Tis art and hard work staying in the hour;
Breathe in and out while thankful for this life.
Look forward – back – the moment starts to sour;
Just let an exhalation ease some strife.
One dreams of better days before and after;
Stop now, look around, and join the laughter.