Life is a collection of NOWs.
They just keep coming,
One after another.
Ready or not,
Here they come.
Hope - a desire that,
Tomorrow's pile of NOWs,
Will be better than today's.
But how?
More money?
More love?
More time?
All things we could have right NOW,
But choose to trade for regret,
The mundane.
Regret - the desire that we'd used
Our NOWs more wisely.
How odd to use a NOW,
the only thing we have,
to think about another NOW.
Something you want to do?
Something you want to say?
Someone you want to be?
Do it. . .
Say it. . .
Be it. . .
NOW.