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 returns.
So use it wisely while you can.
There is 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!
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