The last present

There is no time like the present; 

That’s what all the pundits say.

They’ll be saying it next season.

It’s the one that got away. 

There is no time but the present; 

That just now and yesterday, 

the coming next or maybe soons

That occupy and stay.

Time is, just as a construct, 

One more useful set of bars. 

The less that you can see them, 

The more watchful are your guards.

It’s the ones you don’t see coming.

That’s what gets you in the end.

There’s that one defining moment, 

When we either break or bend. 

And at the time it seems like

Even time has had enough. 

When things are tough all over, 

Time is all you have to bluff.

There’s no time like the present. 

It’s like that in a sense.

Forget what you think you may know, 

That life experience,

And wander down the hall with me 

To some new secret room

Where we can have time to ourselves,

Until some time in June.

15 NOV 2025

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