Here!
Who knows, unless omnipotent,
What might come in mid September
Or a cold night in December
To change what we think important?
I do not predict forever
Or even for a tomorrow-
I have known too much of sorrow
And the pain that time delivers.
I spend today as if it's all
And the next day might not arrive
Soon enough to see, if alive,
What might occur when the leaves fall.
Will you spend some time with me, dear,
An hour, a day, or a year-
Don't let the future interfere,
Let's spend the time we have now...HERE