How Now? Poem by Roy Edwards

Do you ever wonder why and how
Time seems to go so fast?
Why the future always turns into now 
And how now turns into the past?
Tempus fugit, or so they say
But time you can only borrow.
Yesterday I knew today
But then I called it tomorrow.
When I wrote that 'now', it was now, today
But today is another day.
The today I wrote 'now' has now gone away
And has turned into yesterday.
On a lighter note, half fill your cup,
For your nows will never last.
There's always a new now coming up
And that old now is now in your past.
So, how many nows have I lived through?
Well, quite a good few I would say.
There are many old nows that I've sieved through
To get where I've got to today.
And just how long do you think is a now?
As long as a piece of string?
I'd like to stop time and measure one-how?
I don't know, it's the damnedest thing.
A nano second's an Eon
If you're trying to measure a now.
(What planet do you have to be on,
This particular furrow to plough?)
It would help if you were able to see,
Yes, blindness would be a crime.
For a now, by definition must be
A very small unit of time.
I think I just proved that a now isn't on,
It's too fleeting to actually be.
Do you try to measure the now just gone,
Or the next one, the one you can't see?
And where does the time go, anyway?
It must be a very big space.
For there's plenty of time to be packed away,
My life must be in there some place.
So, Jonny time is a very strange chap,
He is so blooming odd, you can taste it.
Time's transient, fate can just turn off the tap
So use your now wisely, don't waste it.