A Spoon of Each.

Dwelling on the present,

Brings you somewhere,

But not too far,

If you had not prepared,

To face what's ahead.

Sometimes,

Hope is blurred,

Your cries seem unheard;

But this too,

Will end.

Dwelling on the future,

Will bring your thoughts far,

Floating in a cloud,

Sometimes drowned in worry,

Missing what's in front of you.

Of course,

Endurance becomes easier,

Present worries smaller;

Eventually it,

Will come.

And we know that those who dwell in the past,

Stays there,

Yet anyone who does not know history,

Is bound to repeat it.

Take a little of each;

A spoon of sugar,

Helps the medicine go down,

So does a sip of water,

Plus a shot of honey.