Times

Yesterday,
flew away,
no delay,
could not stay.

Tomorrow,
all will show,
never know,
what will flow?

But today,
underway,
balanced gray,
all okay.

Past moments,
were all spent,
with resents,
to lament.

Future times,
can sometimes,
bring in climbs,
made sublime.

Present vows,
can allow,
you to bow,
in the now.

Live your best,
pass all tests,
as a guest,
in this quest.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy