Why worry about tomorrow;
And the rising of the sun;
Or anguish over past mistakes;
That cannot be undone?
Why waste life's precious moments;
On things that bruise the heart;
When today is ours to fashion;
Into a work of art?
Today comes but once, my friend;
It never can return...
So use it wisely while you can,
There's a lesson you may learn.
Let history record the past,
And tomorrow come what may.
Be content to do your best,
Whit what you have today!
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