It always gives me joy to write poetry and to finish a poem that I am proud of, even if it’s a day late (the poem uses 2 word prompts from yesterday). 😀 I also experimented with an uncommon (for me) rhyme scheme.
In but an instant life here can be gone.
How wise is it to any moment rush?
This will seem precious at another dawn,
When all that’s left is memory — a hush
Falling upon the current act and scene.
Only Eternity is evergreen.