Procrastination
Tomorrow’s another day
Until they run out
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Procrastination
Tomorrow’s another day
Until they run out
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Eyes close for the day
Preparing for tomorrow
Start with a clean slate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve lived longer than many
And not as long as some.
With each days pass I am thankful,
Thankful for living a full life,
Whether it be one day or one hundred years.
Every life is full,
Perhaps not to those left behind,
But it was to they that lived it.
It was theirs and no others;
Their birth, life and death,
They knew no different .
This was the gift, the time they were given .
Will I have a tomorrow?
I know not the answer,
I do know that what will be will be,
Of that I am certain
And no amount of angst will alter it.
I cannot think of tomorrow
For it may never come.
What I have is here! Is now!
This is the entirety of life
Until the next moment arrives, God willing
And I’m given a little more time to live…
This full life.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
No time do I have for sadness,
No time for fear,
No time for what was,
No time for what should have been,
No time for what could have been,
Its all I can do to handle today,
To prepare for tomorrow,
To do better,
Be better than I was yesterday.
Anything else diminishes me.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What a weighty beast this animal regret,
Overshadowing the contemporary with antiquity,
For what purpose but to depress.
This concept of past, present, future inequity.
Each fleeting second paints our past,
Never ending, unavoidable, unchangeable
Causing distress and unhappiness if permitted.
Future bears no less weight,
Harboring angst in it’s face…unknown.
To what end, fear, hesitance, isolation.
No one can foretell what challenges lay ahead,
Destiny is what it will be,
Beyond mortal knowledge and control.
Remaining is present, here and now.
Over this deviant only, do we have influence,
Choice…free will, holds dominant sway.
Present is ours to sculpt into a masterpiece;
Then, in an unfathomable moment it fades into past
Never to be relived, redone, reconsidered.
Energies expended on present are well spent,
Are obtainable, conceivable, justifiable.
Past and future serve only to bleed us;
Sapping mind, body and spirit.
Let present feed the future
And bury the past.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~