This is a Shakespearean sonnet about living in the moment.

When children dream of futures filled with hope,
Attempting to escape the present plane,
This dreaming is their way to deal and cope,
With all the cruel stresses, fear, and pain.

Adults attempt to reach back to their youth,
Believing things were better at that time,
When parents were the source of light and truth,
And children had no thoughts of death or crime.

If time is spent preparing future joys,
Then we will not receive each gift today,
And if we dwell on times when we were boys,
Then we may dread the dawn of each new day.

When past and future we no longer see,
A fresh, eternal now is what will be.

(written c. December 2018)

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