Celebrating the Present in Prose

I tried to write a poem,
but it turned into prose,
and then it turned back
to the original form I chose.

I am so thankful
for my little life,
for being a friend,
and being a wife.

The past is gone,
buried and dead.
Ahead lies the future
with new paths to tread.

To learn from the past
is all good and well;
but the past isn't the place
where I want to dwell.

I live today,
in real time.
Here is a profound truth
written in a simple rhyme.