No time like the present, they all say.
Yet such a timeless, indisputable widsom slips our grasp
by the end of each day.
No time like the present, I have often heard you say,
when you'd require me, and much to my dismay.
What it is that you need of me, I wonder,
as the night swallows the sun, and ushers in the thunder.
No time like the present, I resentfully accept.
For there is no better time for you to haunt me,
than the almighty present which, to me,
is full of angst.
Don't you despise rhymes, past or future?
Acceptable, I guess, for they exist now,
as there is no time like the present.
