A Man May Bend Poem by Dennis Lange

A man may bend; a man may bow.
He may intently peer
Into the past to bid it ciao,
But cannot bring it near.

A man may bend; a man may bow.
He may intently peer
Into a mirror, see the now.
So seize it, for it's dear.

A man may bend; a man may bow.
He may intently peer
Into the future's coming prow,
But never sees it clear.

And though he bends, and though he bows,
And though intently peers,
It is the present which endows
Him all his days and years.