Living for to­day

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By NANCE BUR­NETT

THE past is gone. it can no more re­turn.

We should re­mem­ber this. Let hearts not burn.

In grief, re­grets, to long and sigh for the past.

For loved ones lost, re­mem­ber not aghast,

The time of death, the grief, the loss ahead,

Just think of happy mem­o­ries in­stead

And they will live for­ever in your heart.

Do not re­gret for mis­deeds past but start

Again and vow th­ese wrongs to not re­peat.

At times we fal­ter, at times we’re pushed but beat

With God’s as­sis­tance, love, our baser selves.

(He knows that some­times we’re just naughty elves.)

To­mor­row may not come. Don’t sit and dream

For­ever in the fu­ture plan and scheme –

For­get along the way that Life’s to­day!

“To win a mil­lion, buy a yacht,” they say,

“To own a multi-mil­lion firm al­ways.”

So, would that bring con­tent­ment, happy days?

Oh, no. Con­tent­ment dwells within the heart

For riches, wealth, pres­tige are things apart.

They bring not hap­pi­ness to rest­less man

But con­stant dreams of wealth, con­tent can ban.

So dream ahead of homes within our means

And other re­al­is­tic, ful­fill­ing dreams.

Let’s live our lives for to­day. To­day we’re here

So let’s not brood on past, or fu­ture fear,

But live this life as though this day’s our last

And love our loved ones. dwell not on the past.

To brood on kicks from the past can wreck your life

I know, and bring your loved ones care and strife.

How­ever, should you wish to right a wrong

You’ve done, don’t wait. Please do it now, be strong.

En­joy the lives we live and be con­tent

And live in love and peace with no dis­sent.

Let’s thank our God for roof that’s over­head,

And for our lives, our world, our food, our bed.

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