Today is the most important day
That ever there will come to be
Yesterday has passed away
Tomorrow is a fantasy
For every deed that man has wrought
Or every lesson, come what may
Of living’s trial and error lot
Is taught in what we call Today
Yesterday sleeps in Time’s grave
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is all we’ll ever have
Before it folds to history
Today, above all else we hold
Is Love’s most precious, priceless gift
Of Heaven’s charge in moment-gold
Before to past’s vast sea they drift
© Janet Martin
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