-- We Speak of Now --
by John Herlihy
We casually speak of now,
Without knowing what it means.
I guess now is always now,
But soon enough gone it seems.
Our thoughts turn to the future,
The profound arrival of now.
But when it finally arrives,
We feel a little let down somehow.
Indeed, now arrives and then gone,
Swept up into the current of the past.
The moments sing sweetly their song,
But the melodies, like mist, never last.
The sense of now we cannot escape,
In timely timelessness a life to create.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Friday 14 May 2024