I’m writing a poem a day this month, National Poetry Month. I won’t be sharing many, but here’s a rare rhyming attempt.

Trying to be a Wise Guy

Planning for the future
Is never a waste of time.
It gives us hope and purpose
When our world won’t rhyme.

But live for today,
For each moment is a present —
A unique and delicate flower
Of infinite beauty and singular scent.

Think fondly on the past
And learn from it what you can;
It’s a bittersweet fruit
Of the tree from which we began.