Tomorrow Never Comes
In three days I'll be seventy,
that's three score years and ten.
I'll have had the promised lifetime
that the good book gives me then.
I'll prepare to meet my maker
as I live on borrowed time
and on each day that is added
I'll make fun a friend of mine
I've had all the usual struggles
as I've lived a life that's full
and in pain and loss and sadness
I have shared life's bitter pill.
But in hope and joy and loving
I have learned to bear some pain
and to rise from deep depression
to enjoy life's fruits again.
With a cup that feels half empty
you should see the half that's full
and with fun replace it's contents
till it starts to overfill.
So I'll enjoy each moment
that is added to life's span
and play the hand that's dealt me
with all the fun I can.
Seventy years has taught me
to live life for every day
and to never count tomorrows
for they may not come your way!
Ivor G Davies
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