Experientially Speaking

 

 

We all live in the present

And some of us wish it would last,

Others, on the other hand,

Wish the present were past.

 

The latter long for a future

That is better than their now,

They wish every day and night

To be rid of the present somehow.

 

It’s an experience they hate

Since little is in their favour,

It takes their blood, sweat and tears

But gives little for their labour.

 

How they wish it would pass

And morph into a brighter future

Rather than this present horror!

Oh! What a dismal picture!

 

A continuous nightmare

From which there’s is no waking up

And the present, experientially,

Is a horrid and bitter cup.

 

But, there is another group

That wish the present would last,

For them, most of it is joyous

And they are having a blast.

 

 

Born at the right time it appears

And into a thriving family,

The luck of the draw, some may say,

For their present prosperity.

 

Apparent control is theirs

And they control the lesser class,

Why in tarnation, tell me,

Would they want the present to pass?

 

The middle group, however,

Care not one way or another,

They go about each and everyday

With little care or bother.

 

They forget what day it is;

For them, every day is the same,

The only difference, as they see it,

Is in its specific name.

 

They are not as good as some

But they are better than the worst

And for them, unlike some others,

Their present is not a curse.

 

Whether the present goes away

Or whether the present remains,

It really does not matter;

For them, each day is the same.

 

 

Three positions re the present

That is, experientially speaking:

And while it differs for each position

They are all three self-seeking.

 

Whatever the present brings

Human nature thinks about self,

Experientially speaking,

It is about health and wealth.

 

Stewart Russell © September 13, 2022