Bread & Butter

There's no time like the present,
Though the past ticks effervescent.
Fizzy, buzz and bubbly.
Nothing brash and ugly.

I like to see it clear,
Through a shiny, bright veneer,
Polished on the shelf.
I buff it up myself.

Today's just not the same.
This life, no more a game
Of tag and hide and seek.
Still, a paycheck every week

To bring home to the wife.
They say it's a lucky life,
That puts dinner on the table.
Steady, secure and stable.

Though sometimes, what's expected,
Clouds a life that's unreflected.
Then, the angle of the mind
Finds a comfortable unwind.

I can replay it all.
Memories dance and call.
We could run and laugh and sing
Without disturbing anything.

But, I should accept today.
The past must go away
And run off home to dinner,
Then sleep within my childish inner,

Who knocks, occasionally,
At the door.
To bring me something
I left before.

8/17/26
ZONE S4E15