Now
They noted a movement in the bushes,
For a man was trapped in those rushes.
He was snared in a web of promises
That weighed him down, by wishes,
For he’d always put things off the row,
One who’d ever waited for tomorrow.
They showed him a page, a quatrain in hand;
The web then collapsed, freeing the man.
Their was writing on the ground
Under his feet—words very sound:
They read ‘NOW!’ in big letters round.
The revelation hit him like an hourglass,
One made of the heaviest welded brass,
As a relief of realization washed over him fast.
They could hear him muttering to himself,
“There is only today! It’s the only shelf!
Why fret about other days that tweet,
If today can be so very sweet?
“Stretching my present row
To distant calendar columns so,
By all my tenuously made vows
Is what created the complicated web
Of promises in the first place bred—
A trap that took away all my ‘nows’.
“‘Now’ is the time! I’m sure.
I must seize the moment’s shore
Or lose its momentum forevermore!”
The man soon went running off,
Seemingly weightless, flying aloft.
He and she, the harmonic subjects of our story,
Wandered ever onward, past the path of worry.
Love was in the air, filling the space with glory.
“Never wait! It ever wrinkles the brow.
The only real time under our feet is NOW!”
“These lovely moments rife,
Are giving me the time of my life!
I savor each one, its treat—
And then comes another, just as sweet.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pm_Y0FwHJIs
They noted a movement in the bushes,
For a man was trapped in those rushes.
He was snared in a web of promises
That weighed him down, by wishes,
For he’d always put things off the row,
One who’d ever waited for tomorrow.
They showed him a page, a quatrain in hand;
The web then collapsed, freeing the man.
Their was writing on the ground
Under his feet—words very sound:
They read ‘NOW!’ in big letters round.
The revelation hit him like an hourglass,
One made of the heaviest welded brass,
As a relief of realization washed over him fast.
They could hear him muttering to himself,
“There is only today! It’s the only shelf!
Why fret about other days that tweet,
If today can be so very sweet?
“Stretching my present row
To distant calendar columns so,
By all my tenuously made vows
Is what created the complicated web
Of promises in the first place bred—
A trap that took away all my ‘nows’.
“‘Now’ is the time! I’m sure.
I must seize the moment’s shore
Or lose its momentum forevermore!”
The man soon went running off,
Seemingly weightless, flying aloft.
He and she, the harmonic subjects of our story,
Wandered ever onward, past the path of worry.
Love was in the air, filling the space with glory.
“Never wait! It ever wrinkles the brow.
The only real time under our feet is NOW!”
“These lovely moments rife,
Are giving me the time of my life!
I savor each one, its treat—
And then comes another, just as sweet.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pm_Y0FwHJIs