In the quiet hallways of memory, where yesterday's echoes play,  
Lies a trove of whispered moments, in shades of sepia and gray.  
Each laughter and tear, a story told,  
A tapestry of life, in each fold.

But life is a river, flowing swift and sure,  
Today is the gift, precious and pure.  
In each breath, a new chance to dance,  
In the now, we find life's true romance.

The future, a mystery, veiled and unseen,  
A canvas unpainted, a dream yet to glean.  
Tomorrow holds promises, yet to unfold,  
In its hands, mysteries untold.

So, cherish yesterday, with its joy and its sorrow,  
But live in today, like there's no tomorrow.  
For time is a thief, in the night it does creep,  
Taking treasures we thought we could keep.

In the end, our days are but a fleeting song,  
A brief moment of light, before it's gone.  
So, hold tight to now, with love and with care,  
For in the blink of an eye, we're just memories in the air.

January 11, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop