Written by: sambo muritala

I care not about yesterday
For it strayed from my tender hold
And yielded not to my whistle
Of what merit is a used tissue?

Tomorrow is a dream of every fool
Several people chase to their grave
It is an unrealistic day
Tomorrow has never come
Tomorrow will never come
Your wait will always be in vain

Today is the most certain
I will always live in today
I am making the best use of my today
Today has never left me like yesterday
I had never waited for today like tomorrow
Today is always with me.