Make Now Count.

Is it sorrow,

Whipped into your heart,

Or weariness,

Whisked in gently but deep,

That makes tomorrow,

Another dread,

Your old memories,

More precious a keep.

Will tomorrow,

Come and go,

Ten years forward,

In a blink of the eyes,

Suddenly for you to realise,

You have done nothing,

That you wished,

All you had done,

Was survive,

Was the money earned, worth it?