Moving on.

sonnet in iambic tetrameter

Moving on.

 

Today, tomorrow’s yet to be.

Today will soon be history.

Like yesterday it will have passed.

Beyond recall into the past.

Today is all that we can know

And even that is bound to go.

Tomorrow morning will erase.

Our memories of other days

Tomorrow will become today.

Nobody has the power to stay,

 slow down or change in any way.

The passing of one single day.

Today, tomorrow, yesterday

Will in due course all pass away.

 

Friday, 14 September 2012

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Some would say today is all we have .That may be true and i am one who lives each day as if it were my last