All my past tomorrows
bump up against one another,
each one crying out
remember me!
remember me!
until my heart is bursting
to gather them all in a bouquet.
Those past tomorrows
hold another set of words:
“I’ll get it done tomorrow”.
And I wonder how many of those things
were set aside or reached completion,
put in the outbox.
And those that were set aside,
those promises that floated away,
were they the shading,
the colouring of my life
that I missed on one of my past tomorrows.
“Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today.
Inhabit your moments. Don’t rent them out to tomorrow.”
~ Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
