Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
There’s a reason it’s called the present,
it being the only gift we’re given,
for the past begins its long descent,
as from our grasp it’s always driven,
and the future’s an eternal maybe
of hopes and dreams and even dreads,
but the now is ours from when we’re babies,
and stays with us until we’re dead.
Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 08.07.23
Prompt: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle.
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