Now And Then Poem by Paul Reed

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white- then melts for ever;

From ‘Tam O' Shanter by Robert Burns

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now

From ‘These Are The Days' by Van Morrison

In my mind
The road stretches back for miles
Deeply-etched memories
A catalogue of smiles;

But the past had fled
Closed is the door
Gone the good old days
They don't exist any more;

The sounds silenced
The tears wept
The snow drifted
The dust swept;

Instead we have today
Alone in it we stand
And the future is alongside
In the palm of your hand.