Today Is For The Seizing

I could always wait until tomorrow, but where’s the fun in that?

I could always wait until tomorrow, 
but where’s the fun in that?

Tomorrow turns into next week, 
next month or next year.

Soon you’ll find regret.

No, today is for the seizing; 
that’s where you’ll find joy.

The gift is in the progress, 
compounding day by day.

Like raindrops fill the dam, 
you hardly even notice.

Until its walls swell
like a bur…