Onion Is Round and Grows in the Ground

The poetry collection An Onion Is Round and Grows in the Ground offers poems on a wide spectrum of subjects. Some are humorous, some are sad, some are descriptive, while others simply convey author David N. Zamet's thoughts.
His poems contain "the thoughts of a lifetime and I have not yet finished writing. Every day something may come into my head."
PERHAPS
What shall I do?
Now the years roll by
Taking with them in their stride
Days that I will ne'er see again.

Old future keeps her secrets well
And as of old she keeps them fast
Secure in her fortress of tomorrow,
Letting none but the present escape her clutches.

What will be? Not even she can tell
But like us she tries to guess
And needs must I, to do the same
To try and beat her at her game.

The present and the past I have
And can caress, but these soon go.
Gone like the future still to come
Untouchable till time is run.

Therefore I ask, what can we do?
Whom having the past behind, lose before
We gain the present, which
Is here and gone again.
Born in London in 1932, David N. Zamet spent World War II in a small village, 60 miles north of London. After serving four years in the Merchant Marine, he spent four years at university studying horticulture. He later moved to Israel, where he married his first late wife and together they had three children. For 37 years, he was involved in the improvement of fruit growing in Israel. Afterward, the author spent 17 years working as a jobbing gardener. Now a full-time pensioner, this is his first book.