(by: Ron Bird)
Yesterday is now the past,
Tomorrow, maybe, the future
Today is a gift!
That’s why it’s called the present
For too soon
Today’s become yesterdays
Tomorrows become today’s
And if another day, that’s tomorrow.
Then yesterday is not gone
But part of today’s memory
And can only help today
To look forward to tomorrow as today.
And when it comes for you there’s no tomorrow
As it must to all in the end
People will think back and say
You enjoyed your life, every day
**I urge everyone who reads this post to take this poem seriously. You only live once. Enjoy it.