Each day is a present
I wake up and wonder
Just what the day holds for me
Each day is a gift to be opened
To see what’s in store for me.
Each day is but an experience
That life imparts to us
Foolish are we that cling on
To events that happen to us
If we have but learnt from the day
Its time to move on for us
Tomorrow comes after today
Time gallops on but thus
If we cling on to the present
And take no action jus’
Time will change and we’ll repent
Having missed the bus.
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