Saturday, December 23, 2023

You Go Savor It Yourself

One of the silliest, unnecessary scolds
People plant in one another’s skulls
Is the remonstration that one must savor

Every moment of one’s existence, starting
With this one. A book could be crammed,
Like the manic typescript in The Shining

And only somewhat more diversely, with
A thousand slight variations demanding,
Seize each moment of this day right now.

Why? Well, you’ll regret not doing it once
You’re dying, or maybe after you’re dead.
You’ll be less happy in this moment, also.

Oh shut it. Rumination’s got a bad name,
But let a mind drift a little, let a soul drift.

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