A Villanelle after Goethe

Nothing is worth more than this day. You cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond your reach.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The wise observer of the world will say,
Reflecting on what was, is now, shall be:
There’s nothing that is worth more than this day.

Cling as we might, what’s over goes its way.
Our lives move on, despite sweet reverie,
The wise observer of the world will say.

Though never fully gone, past things decay,
Recede into the well of memory:
There’s nothing that is worth more than this day.

Imagined futures—are they more than play?
As yet unborn, devoid of certainty,
The wise observer of the world will say.

What’s yet to come, though dream and plan we may,
Still in this moment lacks reality.
There’s nothing that is worth more than this day.

The present moment, though it will not stay,
Is all that NOW exists substantially.
And so the wise observer of the world will say,
There’s nothing that is worth more than this day.

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