Why worry about tomorrow
And the rising of the sun,
Or anguish over past mistakes
That cannot be undone?
Why waste life's
precious moments
On things that bruise the heart
When today is ours to fashion
Into a work of art?
Today comes but once,
my friend,
It never can return--
So use it wisely while you can,
There's a lesson
you may learn.
Let history record the past
And tomorrow come
what may.
Be content to do your best
With what you have today!
~Stop and Smell The Roses~
