Tomorrow’s here and faraway. Yesterday’s done yet here to stay. Life, it seems, seems to move on, seemingly endless until it’s gone. ~ Forward we tread to catch the wave, treading water into the grave. Thoughts consumed, distraction prevails. Future plans are always heads or tails. ~ Missteps many, disappointments abound. A fool sought is easily found. But today is now and now I know. Today’s the day I must grow. ~ Try I must to try much more. Life’s our purpose not a chore. The fool I’ll be if not to persist. Get with the flow or the flow gets missed.
Please excuse me for this poems’ short length.
It seems finding things is not my strength.
I had started a poem and it was great.
But I lost it and it’s getting really late.
But I know the importance of writing every day,
especially when there’s nothing to say.
How will you know anything if you don’t try?
Nothing’s ever answered without asking why.
I tried to find my poem but failed miserably.
But it’ll turn up, just you wait and see.
It may not be great when done and that’s O.K.
I’ll just try again, each and every day.