Poem: Love and Life

Love and Life
by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

All my past life is mine no more;
The fly­ing hours are gone,
Like tran­si­to­ry dreams giv­en o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By mem­o­ry alone.
The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment‘s all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phillis, is only thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and bro­ken vows;
If I by mir­a­cle can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
‘Tis all that Heav­en allows.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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