In the Present
I peek into the future
and live on memory lane.
For the present is a moment
and a moment's just a grain.
Getting caught up in the details,
of what's ahead and what's behind.
Losing sight of what's before me,
I'm afraid I'll lose my mind.
I have finally found some wisdom,
as time slips through the hourglass.
That the present holds the pen,
that writes our future and our past.
1/15/2021
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2022
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