Monday, July 25, 2011


Yesterday’s passion recedes into the mist
Tomorrow’s temptation is not hard to resist
Its failure or fortune lies far, far away
All that we hold in our hands is…today

Why do we fret or dare even to borrow
The care not yet seen in some phantom tomorrow
Why do we pine for past’s down-trodden fray?
While here in our palm lies the gift of today

Opportunity waits, not in vaults of the past
Nor in a day that has not yet been cast
Yet, we need not wait for it to begin…
Opportunity lives in the moment we’re in


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