Be here now

Love and live today, for now
Not fretting over tomorrow too much...
Time anyways is like sand in hand,
Won't be yours forever, as such...
Lost years pondering already,
Leaflets of tomorrow turned into memoirs  of yesterday..
Laughter,playfulness, youth and
dreams nothing would stay ..
Innocence sank deep into overthinking adulthood...
Adulthood would hid slowly behind horrid old age..
More to savour and less time in hands,
'Present is present' would remain just an adage...
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