The Present
The present does not grow
Unlike the past, we all know
The riches are there for the taking
The present, it never stops making
The present, it runs the show
It’s the ground on which we grow
Never forgetting what it’s promised
To those who are amongst the calmest
The present, a forgotten gift
Leaving it, we go adrift
The mind becomes a raft
We are enslaved by its craft
The present, it is fully grown
It’s uniqueness, the mind can’t clone
When the mind loses its allure
The present remains, for us to savor
