I go back then to understand my now.
The journey: birth to life, morality;
The search for love, in all it’s why and how,
And what it means to make and keep a vow.
To not succumb to life’s banality;
To live and love in real totality.

I see my now, and hold it while I can,
For while I’m many, fate attends the one.
For I am not six cubits and a span,
I’m just another ordinary man,
Who wants the contest well and fairly run,
And know I did my best when day is done.

    But sometimes, all of “now” just seems a mess,
    In waves of hatred veiled as

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

One thought on “Now”

  1. One is humbled by your ability to express with words our humanness. Your poem brings to mind Carrie Newcomer’s song: “I frame my life between Then and Now”. It is one of my favorites because it expresses the same sentiment.
    Thank you for a lovely sonnet for the morning.

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