The past is gone, it is no more
The future, to come, not yet
So, where the hell, is the line of time
Is the present, all we get?
A point of no size, kinda implies
The ‘now’ has no dimension
Between the two it ties, it flies
So, not really worth the mention
But just so say, ahem, if I may
‘Now’ isn’t a thing, we can measure
It only goes one way, hurray!
‘Tween moments, we ought to treasure