All There Ever Is

by Stephen M. Golden

Copyright © August 1987

I met someone who gave to me

twelve most pleasant days.

She came along mysteriously,

but now she’s gone away.

The many things I heard her say,

I did not understand.

Blind to the Happiness that we had,

I am alone again.

The memories are sweet, even still.

For the moments that we shared

were filled with pleasant extasy

mixed with tender care.

I learned one thing of great import

about how I should live.

Enjoy the moments while they last;

It’s all there ever is.

Don’t worry ’bout the future or dwell on the past;

Now is all there is.