carpe diem

Time takes its toll
and the past is a tolling bell, "come and remember."
The future whispers, "enter cautiously,
for you can never go back."

I stand and grieve for the rotting timbers,
and ask why I didn't listen to the subtle voice of tomorrow
before plunging headlong into the whitewater rapids
and racing from the past.

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