In truth I find it hard to look ahead:
Of all that might, what will yet come to be?
At night I'll lie awake here in my bed
And contemplate this puzzling mystery.
The future's not predicted by the past,
Though learn not from the past and you are doomed
To repeat the same mistake that you made last
Time, and carry that wrong action to your tomb.
The best plans in the world can come to naught,
Brought low by the proverbial bus or train,
Or sudden storms with which this life is fraught,
So if you think you know, then think again.
The truth: this moment now is all we have,
So in this moment, breathe and fully live!
— Zachary
Of all that might, what will yet come to be?
At night I'll lie awake here in my bed
And contemplate this puzzling mystery.
The future's not predicted by the past,
Though learn not from the past and you are doomed
To repeat the same mistake that you made last
Time, and carry that wrong action to your tomb.
The best plans in the world can come to naught,
Brought low by the proverbial bus or train,
Or sudden storms with which this life is fraught,
So if you think you know, then think again.
The truth: this moment now is all we have,
So in this moment, breathe and fully live!
— Zachary
yes, yes!
ReplyDeleteA sonnet! Very well done! Fantastic near-rhyme ending couplet. I am enjoying Joy's enjoyment as well as my own! I like the philosophizing from that lowly place, the pre-sleep BED. But that's where it happens, and you certainly came up with some classic wisdom! (Macoff)
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