TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not come. <br />Next week, next year, I may not live to see; <br />This hour I have. It is enough for me <br />To make by smiles, or mar by being glum. <br />And so I strive to live this one day well, <br />To tread the path of right as best I may, <br />To speak the kind words that I have to say; <br />Tomorrow I may be an empty shell. <br /> <br />One day is all God gives to us to plan, <br />And so I strive to live it as my life, <br />To bear with patience what I find of strife, <br />To do my share to cheer my fellow man; <br />To do today what I can do to aid, <br />To let none pass whom words of mine might cheer, <br />Tomorrow they may not be toiling here, <br />Tomorrow in the ground I may be laid.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-343/
