What make us “us”? (A Poem)

What make us “us”?

By Leo Kee Chye

The past has already gone, memory in its wake.
The future’s a distant spark, possibility unbound.
The now is slipping fast; what the HELL am I doing!

The past is gone;
The future’s never here;
Only now is the moment.
Yet the moment the “moment” is uttered,
Ceases to exist;
Come back it’ll never.

What make us “us”?
To hold comfort the memory of yesterday;
To fathom the possibility of tomorrow;
To cherish the fleeting presence.