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.”