Sometimes we look at our yesterdays <br />and wish our todays were like them, <br />forgetting that our todays <br />maybe better than our yesterdays were. <br />We look at the friends we had then, <br />forgetting we may have more friends now. <br />We think our life was filled with roses <br />and forget the roses we have now. <br />Our memory excludes the heartaches, <br />only showing good things from yesterday, <br />and then we look around us <br />at all that we have and think <br />maybe that our todays <br />are not that bad at all. <br /> <br />19 November 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-todays/
