TODAY IS MINETODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not come. Next week, next year, I may not live to see;This hour I have. It is enough for meTo make by smiles, or mar by being glum.And so I strive to live this one day well,To tread the path of right as best I may,To speak the kind words that I have to say;Tomorrow I may be an empty shell.
Then I cling to another thought of saga,I can’t live well but I must perseive to make it my best lifetime story,Today’s echoes speaks to me,Yet you blame a rose that has pricked you know in default,Clout me!Clouds gonna change to no predictions,Waters gonna shed pricky cries,No solemn words gonna turn by my hearings;No new dawn gonna uncover same,So my TODAY needs the all I can now.
It holds a breathe to a thought of my afterlife,I think it a fail to heal my wounds for a worsening tomorrow, I walk to a present peculiar pathway towards the murky shadows of a deceitful tommorow,Yes!But this could be the perfect theme of my history,”And that’s how they lived”-a better today.
To do my share to cheer my fellow man is todayTo do today what I can do to aid,To let none pass whom words of mine might cheer,Tomorrow they may not be toiling here,Tomorrow in the ground I may be laid.
With a smile written on my face,I live for what today has offered, tomorrow’s an uncertaintyThey say,tomorrow ne’er existsWe know not the hour that our summons shall come;We know not the time that our voice shall be dumb,Yet even as they, to our ultimate sorrow,We leave much that’s fine for that doubtful to-morrow.
Dunca9n 