Yesterday, Today, And Tomorrow

A friend introduced me to this beautiful poem. I hope you like it,  too.

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry,

Two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

 

One of these days is Yesterday,

With its mistakes and cares,

Its faults and blunders,

Its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.

All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed,

We cannot erase a single word we said.

Yesterday is gone.

 

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow,

With its possible adversities,

Its burdens,

Its large promise and poor performance.

Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise,

Either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds—

But it will rise.

Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow

For it is as yet unborn.

 

This leaves only one day: Today.

Any man can fight the battles of just one day.

It is only when you and I add the burdens

Of those two awful eternities—

Yesterday and Tomorrow—

That we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives men mad,

It is the remorse or bitterness

For something which happened Yesterday

And the dread

Of what Tomorrow may bring.

 

Author Unknown

  

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