If here and now be but a timely span
Between today’s unhappiness, tomorrow’s
Joys, what if today’s abundant sorrows
Never end, tomorrow never comes, what then?
If youth, impatient of the disrespect
Accorded it, yearns to be old,
Age chafes, beneath the manifold
Losses of its prime and mourns neglect;
So let it be fore here and now, my dear,
Not for the when of an eternity;
No gazer in the crystal ball can see
The future as we see the now and here…
