The Game Of Tenses Poem by Shafeeq C P

Too much thought on tomorrow
Tortures today's taste.

It's an uncertain tomorrow
To ascertain today's death.

An English verb with no future
Is made fool by "will" and "shall".

Again this brooding past comes
With a lot of pain and pleasure.

From every corner we hear
The sob of "could have been"s.

Life is often full of clashes
With past, present, and future.

It's a game played with no rules
Beyond the grab of a grammar guru.