Two poems for March

RATHER...

So many places I'd rather be,

and so many faces I'd rather see;

So many pages I'd rather turn,

and so many bridges I'd rather burn;

So many things I'd rather buy,

and so many wings I'd rather fly-

But I can't, and so I stop this blather,

and stand alone and fight this Rather.

...ACCEPT

I pursued my Future fast:

Past clung onto my back-

I held on tightly to my Past:

My Future lost her track.

I know those two will never be mine,

But lurking 'round the bend;

So I put my arm around my Present-

My only faithful friend.