The Mirror

How many letters were never written?
How many words never said?
How many lives never lived?
So many things I have already said and done
So many lives I have already lived:
Where have they gone?

Ah,
It all gets lost in the bottomless pool of time:
All my great monologues,
All my discussions, my relationships;
All my brilliant plans to end world hunger.
All my inventions, all my careers.
My promising futures:
All gone. For good.
The only thing that remains is now.
(And even that has just gone by.)