The future starts in the past
The past ends in the future
Your first rites turn into your last
The moment you cease to nurture
Cherish yourself as the first
No one knows you but you
How you bury in you the worst
And shy away from the best too
The worst ordeal is the middle
Plodding through the dull present
Allow your best virtue, your worst evil
Only the mediocre are wholly decent
The future begins in your first breath
The past is the moment of your death
Mara Eastern 
Future perfect.
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Are we playing tenses? I say, for example, present continuous?
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Perhaps one step further, present perfect continuous?
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After careful consideration, I concluded that there is no such thing as “perfect” and “continuous” at the same time. Is it? These are two mutually exclusive features. Sorry, I’m taking this too linguistically.
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I think it can be possible to strive for perfection continuously. No?
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True. I didn’t go beyond linguistic terms, so thanks for subtly pointing out there is more to the world than linguistics and literature. Ha. 😉
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Apparently so…
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I’m shocked…
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Spectacular. Brilliant. Supreme.
*have to bow now to commend you; stopped writing*
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Oh my, your compliment put me to shame again… It’s a very silly would-be sonnet, I’m surprised that you or anyone enjoys it… You’re really very good… *wipes a solitary tear*
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Just give up being modest because your brilliance surpasses it. Deal?
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I shall keep quiet then… Thank you.
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Good girl! Enjoy it.
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A thought provoking and slightly melancholic memento mori. Excellent writing.
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Oh yes, I gather that sonnets need to be boring and depressive, hence I attempted to emulate these features… Thank you for reading! I’m still awed that anyone at all enjoys my silly scribbling…
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Amazing!!!!
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Oh wow, thank you for the compliment!
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loved it.
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Thank you a lot!
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I’m not poetry person–unless we’re talking limericks–but that one is great! It’s deep without being at all angsty or self-indulgent. And to me, most poetry is angsty and self-indulgent. Kudos 😀
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Oh yes, limericks are my newly favourite genre! They are a welcome refreshment to the bleak poetry that I usually favour. Thank you for thinking so highly of my meagre poem…
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