What happens in the future is uncertain
But worrying about the void that is what hasn't happened yet is pointless
It’s like looking back at memories, good and bad
That part of time has already crumbled away
Nothing else can happen in it
All that you need to do is live in the sculpted beauty of today
Soon it will just be dust in the wind
Not really a poem, but I like it. Sorry it's been awhile. Enjoy.