This Moment Poem by Paul Butters

Right now I'm alive
For now.
How long will I thrive?
Don't know.

For most of Eternity
I'll be dead.
Such is Mortality
It's said.

Let me meditate on that.
Let me contemplate the moment.
Sitting on my mat
Dreaming a romant.

Yes I'm alive
Of that I've no doubt.
But where's my drive?
I must have a scout…

Been to Tenerife and Malta
Scotland and Wales.
Never Gibraltar,
Few travelling tales.

But I'm not a roamer,
Rather stay at home.
Yes ever the homer,
And often alone.

My laptop and telly
Are all that I need.
Give me Keats and Shelley
For a good read.

So it's right in the Now
I really must stay
No why, who or how
To darken my day.

No thoughts of the past
Or dreams of the future.
Make each second last,
Turn off that computer.

This moment has gone,
Now that you're reading.
Let's have another one,
That's where I'm leading.

For now never lasts,
That we all know.
It's lost in our pasts,
No longer on show.

I try here to paint
What has been and gone.
An attempt to create
The eternal song.