Remembering those days gone by,
While I over think and wonder why.
Yesterday is gone, not to come again,
When will things perk up, when oh when?
Life's a grind and then you die?
I'd rather dream a dream, and remember how to fly.
Write a little poem, I suppose,
What's the harm in writing prose.
Today is today, now is now, and yesterday is now behind me,
The future is uncertain, something I can't always see,
May I love this life, live it, my own, to the fullest, beautifully.
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