Worry not about today,
Nor of tomorrow.
For in another day,
Short-lived will be your sorrow.
Time blessed both are
As history they will be,
Presenting another dilemma
For your mind to see.
As you concern yourself of the morrow,
And contemplate the day,
You will see that tomorrow never arrives
Because it becomes Today!
From a song on “Fiddler on the Roof”:
“Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years…
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.”
Posted on August 5, 2021, in This and That and tagged Life, New Thought, Poetry, Sorrow, today, Truth, Understanding, wisdom, worry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I love this Bill..So true. You have been a blessing to me.
Thank you for the compliment. You are a blessing to everyone, always. Take care.