The Gift

Like yesterday the past is gone forever

An uttered word never to be recalled

Water under the bridge

A dying mist

Floating away on the currents of bygone.

Its fleeting nature has been concluded

And we have a residue of wisdom

Like a promise, tomorrow is not guaranteed

A dreamy desire yet to be conceived

Fluffy anticipation

Pregnant rain cloud

Luring us forward with expectation

Its elusive nature never to be comprehended

But we look forward to it with hope

The only thing we have is today, a present

A confluence of the transient past and the illusory future

Fastened seat belt

A solid rock

Anchored on the sands of certainty

Its absolute nature grants us the confidence to achieve

We savour each day in gratitude

The past arms us with lessons

And we behold the future with hope

The present is a gift waiting to be unwrapped

The present is a present.

Grasp it

Mould it

Tweak it

Do what you can with it.

The question is — what will you do with your present?