It is fruitless to furrow into the past <br />Let mistakes and failures, there rust! <br />Neither could I there, plant new seeds <br />Future is barren, nothing there, breeds! <br />Present is here, to till, plough and sow <br />I'll sweat by my brow, for better morrow! <br /> <br /> Today, I will labour, investing my future interest <br />In due season, fruit of my labour, I will harvest <br />My laboured hands would pluck the fruits <br />Of joy, contentment, peace: life benefits <br />I'll hold on to this dream and press on <br />Someday, to inherit would be my son <br /> <br />I will not let this day slip through my hands <br />I will till, plough and care on my present land <br />For the morrow would bring me, my abundance <br />Today's investment is my morrow's inheritance.<br /><br />Paul Sebastian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-today-count/
