The Golden Age Poem by Hebert Logerie

The golden age is now
The golden age is the present
Because tomorrow
Is uncertain under the tent.

Live today. Gather the flowers
If you don't, you'll be at a major loss
Flowers lose their beauty in a matter of hours
Enjoy their freshness today with a toss.

The golden age is not tomorrow
When time brings sorrow
At the door. The moment is now.

There's no need to bow
Just pray to see a rainbow
After being very low.

Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.