This Moment

Right now I’m alive

For now.

How long will I thrive?

Don’t know.

For most of Eternity

I’ll be dead.

Such is Mortality

It’s said.

Let me meditate on that.

Let me contemplate the moment.

Sitting on my mat

Dreaming a romant.

Yes I’m alive

Of that I’ve no doubt.

But where’s my drive?

I must have a scout…

Been to Tenerife and Malta

Scotland and Wales.

Never Gibraltar,

Few travelling tales.

But I’m not a roamer,

Rather stay at home.

Yes ever the homer,

And often alone.

My laptop and telly

Are all that I need.

Give me Keats and Shelley

For a good read.

So it’s right in the Now

I really must stay

No why, who or how

To darken my day.

No thoughts of the past

Or dreams of the future.

Make each second last,

Turn off that computer.

This moment has gone,

Now that you’re reading.

Let’s have another one,

That’s where I’m leading.

For now never lasts,

That we all know.

It’s lost in our pasts,

No longer on show.

I try here to paint

What has been and gone.

An attempt to create

The eternal song.

Paul Butters