Now
Now is the hour.
This is the day.
Whatever we do
soon fades away.
Yesterday's dreams
are today's cash.
Don't let your hopes
fall in the trash.
Do it today.
Tomorrow's not sure.
Our hopes are not spent.
We can do more,
All that's undone
slips into the past.
What we accomplish
is real at last.
Copyright © Val Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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