Poem: This Moment Now

A long life (or even a short one) is just a string of moments and we lose sight of the now moment.

This Moment Now

Old friends don’t seem as old
    as they used to
It has to do with porch swings
    and beat-up trucks,
lemonade in afternoons
    and swatting flies
when generations lived in the same town,
which doesn’t happen much
    any more
We’re far too eagerly caught up for that
    in building computer-links
    to the new branch in London

That may sound like a complaint and isn’t,
    so get off my back
Could be taken for a longing after simpler times
    and might be
But perish the thought of being in that crowd
    and caught out of date
It’s just a statement, but the tug is there
They’re gone to other things and places
    and it’s heady stuff, this moving
    always upward, a sense of focus
before we had the chance
    to call ourselves old friends

And that’s just as well, it could get tiresome
    sipping lemonade
A life of knowing who’s car’s coming
    down the road to turn in here
And when you pretty well knew that Tuesdays
    you’d see Bob and Joanne
Recognizing Sunday from no mail, late sleep
    and chicken baking
First thing you know it might get comfortable
    in a life like that
And Cancun would seem a strange place
    to go in winter

But life’s divided itself these days
    into then and now and maybe
Then’s been gone a while and now gets lost
    in years of maybe
The plans and dreams, the thrill of moving on,
    as the future buries now
And strange things happen from time to time
    on the sixteenth-hole
Looking for a lost ball, people have been known
    to sit down and weep
Wondering suddenly where old friends have gone
    in this moment now
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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