Writing now
About later seems wrong.
Shouldn’t I
Enjoy now, and
Not care too much,
Or at least not
Worry about later
For now?
Now will die
Soon enough
Becoming then,
And thens will add
Up, and be the past…
And later is
So uncertain…
Take yesterday.
Yesterday, I believed
Later would be as
Sweet as then was.
But tables turned
And now is leaving
A bitter aftertaste
In my mouth
Before turning into
The past…
If only it
Had been true,
When you smiled
And waved as you said,
Later…
Cyranny's Cove 
Aww! ❤
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Glad you enjoyed this, Joy 🙂 xx
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It flowed so well.
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Beautiful poem…I had to pay attention to the quick changes of time frame. Great flow as all of your poems do.
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Thank you, Hokey 🙂 I had fun with the play on words… I’m glad you enjoyed the flow. I’m doing my best with my French roots 😛
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I guess this is what they mean by living in the moment:-)
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Loved this one C!
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Well done cyranny! A well written poem! ❤
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