Now

– Robert L. Temple

However much we work and win and laugh
And boast historic monuments supreme,
Build on older masteries; the theme
All charged with our best thoughts, our group belief
In their eternity is foolish–brief
Is the “forever” of our dazzling dream.
No matter how magnificent they seem
They blow away with their own epitaph.

The door to this already is ajar:
The pictures we design, the words we write,
May last a little longer than we do
Then crunch into a nothingness, with new
And old alike all gone. So what we are
Is “now”–this timeless time– and appetite.