..who will be the victor today?

How difficult it is to dwell in the present

it flees and leaves you standing in the past

of which it so soon becomes a member 

that band of many memories that poets love.

The future, like a child, is always demanding attention

ever jealous of the present and spoiling

the enjoyment there is in peace and being still.

 

Come, says the future, let us conspire!

Don’t go beckons the present, let us be content

What about me? says the past, am I so quickly forgotten?

Time past, present and future battle for our attention

who will be the victor today?