Tomorrows dreams
are just passing moments
of today
Nothing is truly real
until I can actually touch
or feel it
Today is all that I have
and it shall be all that I
make of it
Yesterdays are all gone
nothing I can do but to muse
over my triumphs and errors
Moments are all that I
really have in any point of time
to cherish
I must make the most of them
for I truly do not know
when I may perish
A contest entry
- For Eddy by I-Like-Rhymes.
500 points, ended April 24, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your interpretation.
Your poem speaks to me of the "Now" as being the only reality. No past and no future other than dreams. interesting.
Jim
PS Perish (last line, last word) should only have one R.
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Nice form, well put together. Quite striking, in fact.
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Your musings are more than amusing
but prophetically true.
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tRUE AND VERY WELL STATED
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