“Today is a trumpet to set the hounds baying.

The past is a fox the hunters are flaying.

Nothing unspoken goes without saying.

Love’s a casino where lovers risk playing.

The future’s a marker our hearts are prepaying.

The future’s a promise there’s no guaranteeing.

Today is a fire the field mice are fleeing.

Love is a marriage of feeling and being.

The past is a mirror for wishful sightseeing.

Nothing goes missing without absenteeing.

Nothing gets cloven except by dividing.

The future is chosen by atoms colliding.

The past’s an elision forever eliding.

Today is a fog bank in which I am hiding.

Love is a burn forever debriding.

Love’s an ascent forever plateauing.

Nothing is granted except by bestowing.

Today is an anthem the cuckoos are crowing.

The future’s a convolute river onflowing.

The past is a lawn the neighbor is mowing.

The past is an answer not worth pursuing,

Nothing gets done except by the doing.

The future’s a climax forever ensuing.

Love is only won by wooing.

Today is a truce between reaping and rueing.”