The Future, All The Time

My life is in the future all the time.
I’ve earned my keep predicting things for years;
It’s only out here I spend time in rhyme,
And look around, or back, on loves & fears

I’ve often said some thing would come to be,
And lived to see the days when it was so;
Fair frequent, with increase in misery,
As it was not how I’d wish things to go

Some wisdom in this prompt I think I find;
For knowing how my life has gone most recently,
I see that much that crowds my daily mind
Shoves out enjoyments I’m too dense to see

For future thoughts, be they painful or pleasant,
Choke off what life their might be
In the present


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