when we look into the past
do we ever see the future
can the road behind us
lead to the place ahead
when we look at today
many claim to see the future
many claim to see the past
I think they are all blind
I look into the past as well
and you know what I see
I see the past laying there
not moving but still changeable
I see hints and clues behind
there are warnings there
I see writings on the walls
warning of dangers ahead
and what of the future then
can we see anything there
or is it only speculation
why does it matter at all
we can change the past
believe me on this one
happens more than you know
rewriting the histories
you change the future too
with every breath you take
can we predict what comes
from a chaotic liquid mass
there is no secret formula
that can about tell tomorrow
we have to live through
start with the day we have
choices made today
based on lessons learned
will not promise success
but can reduce the risks
no matter what happens
each day comes but once
so live the today for today
do the best that you can
tomorrow will come along
give it the best of starts
make today all you can
build the future one day at a time
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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Rather philosophical but makes one think too. :)
ReplyDeleteClarissa...just wanted to say hello. I love that you are here too.
ReplyDeleteJUST TODAY (potential title)
ReplyDeleteYour comments about how the past histories can be changed, amused me.
All we have is today, this moment, this breath. This reminder is always important. It's not everything, but it's way, way, way at the top of the list of everything. (smiles)