How soon today is yesterday
and tomorrow is today.
It seems that nothing's fixed in life
and soon all fades away.
What ails us now and causes pain
will soon be transient too,
and fall back way into the past
as everything must do
We cannot stop the march of time
Nor halt the ride we're on.
There's barely time to look around
before what's ‘now' is gone
In dreams we live a life unchained,
where time can't hold us bound.
Reality irrelevant.
truth often can confound
Yet when we sleep the images
we see behind closed eyes,
seem sensible and very real,
we try to memorise
Retelling what we might have dreamt
sounds ludicrous and trite,
but in our minds we understand
and welcome back each night
To leave a present soon to go
and face an unknown day,
seems empty, lost and with no point
when you just want to stay
But you can't stop the treadmill now
life always forges on,
hold tight to dreams reality
too soon they will be gone.
Salutations to your good self Lodigiana and well done again for your Poem of the Day accolade! And I wish I found this poem, your poem a lot sooner for its more than flows and reads magnificent. A great read and filled with a great theme. And I must admit and forgive me for saying after reading and rereading it has the great style, flow and beat of a timeless Dorothy Parker poem. A breath taking treasure and an absolute joy to read. Well done again Lodigiana and take care. Shaun.x.
An elegant statement of impermanence. If only tomorrow's reality could be made of dreams that we hold onto!
A beautiful poem on reality of life. Soon we will vanish from this earth and will remain as a memory in the hearts of those who loved us. Deserved to be POD. Congrats.
beautiful words, beautiful picture, beautiful notions! nice
If you think about life we really only have control of the exact moment the past is over, the next hour is just a dream until we enter it. very good read
It seems like nothing is fixed in life and soon all fades away lovely poem well deserved member poem of the day.
Time just runs......forges on......everything becomes a past! Top stars!
A wonderful poem dear Poetess! Reality of life so beautifully expressed through this poem.
We cannot stop the march of time life always forges on.... //.... I appreciate the way you have brought home the concept of life sticking to things and tides which are ephemeral in nature are fleeting faster than we can imagine. Thanks. .