Yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is not here. The only time you can live, is the time that is near. To live in the past is usually full of regrets. the best of memories are carried thru today and what hasn't came yet. To live in tomorrow is to waste today. For you can not live in what has not came. Today is the gift that is along the way. A chance to rewrite the yesterdays. From concept to complete. Down to the mid night hours they meet. Yesterday grows into today and then tomorrow blooms along the way. It can be a mystery, a capital gain. It can feel like the end, full of pain. Always be thankful though for that hour to change. Out of the ash of yesterday, a beautiful rose of today. Tomorrow could bring death, a situational change. Here sprouts the seed, of consistant change. To much sun not enough rain, Life's full of circumstances of evolving change. Hold on tight to your grasp of today, just make sure you live it your way. Tomorrow's the dream of the midnight hour.
No cold feet for tomorrow becomes the yesterdays.
The more midnights you meet.
© Kristopher Gossett