A Circle Of Life
Life is a charade of unending thought;
memories cascading though the ages;
today is only a moment it’s brought;
it’s only one of life’s pages.
I’ve been here; many times, before;
it’s not whether you lose, or win;
perhaps, you’ll relive many thoughts more;
before the truth, finally, sinks in.
Thoughts are a myriad of lives; planned;
created within the depths of the mind;
our eternal destiny; we hold in our hand;
all other thoughts must be left behind.
In reality; there is no tomorrow;
it is already come and gone;
memories of happiness and sorrow;
are all that’s left to live on.
Today is the only reality that exists;
the truth is often hard to swallow;
when we allow the past to persist;
more, of the same, shall follow.
The future was here; a long time ago;
today is where all futures begin;
everything past is only melted snow;
today is the day we live in.
The book of life is forever unending;
its majesty has no equal;
death sends a new chapter descending;
and we are written, in its sequel.
Monty 6/29/24. # 2,186