Waxed upon a tablet - s – past – future – present,

   The we’s and me’s applaud,

      Now’s and how’s, however,

I don’t understand. Evers not enough

   To matter above a puff

      Of air, and wares divining!

Pain will come, I know as I age.com. Now.

   How do we’s and me’s applaud

      No more see-hows? Beyond be-never?

I wax confused.. Futures are here, Right how?

   Past, future, present is just fluff,

      Destiny is resigning!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

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