In the present we miss at times, both what could have been and what will be
as from the drawers of our lives we pull out and savour memories while riding the illusion of replacing time
but sometimes forgetting that the past drawn to the present will not sustain and eventually recede to allow for the flow of time future to find it’s age, and
life will remain a short tenancy with a changing lease that time witnesses without interference at every birth and in the process we learn a few true things as time tells your mind’s despair ----
why lament, life’s canvas was empty at birth and will return to it’s state when you leave, as you brought nothing and will take nothing, but will leave behind your life’s colours on my being to hold for posterity, as divined in time.