Edward Webb

(16/06/1986 / Worcestershire)

Past, Present, Future


Life, lived; not by the, present, contained within the Now,
so thinking of a recollect - of what your mind will allow

means present becomes, neglect - and past, does future infect,

no change can be made- of what past has played,
to live in its control- decays the soul

for only in now, can a person be whole - only in now, can a body contain the soul.

thought of a future that has not yet played- a worry of a nothing, means, now, gets
mislaid.

no future is set - none should forget

if a present moment in now is given neglect-
a life will be stained with the inks of regret.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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  • Elena Sandu (9/10/2013 5:33:00 PM)

    if a present moment in now is given neglect-
    a life will be stained with the inks of regret.
    Truth spoken in beautiful verse, a joy to read, thank you! (Report) Reply

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