Today

Never know about tomorrow. 
        Can’t rely on yesterday 
                To catch the brass ring of forever 
                         On this busman’s holiday. 

Sweep the floor of dusty sorrows. 
        Cannot use them anyway. 
                Damn the foil of stormy weather 
                         If it dares get in the way.

Do not be afraid to borrow. 
        You’ll repay the debt someday 
                Before the beast of leave-me-never 
                         Comes to steal your soul away.

Even when the path is narrow 
        And the sky turns steely gray 
                 Hope will rise with feathered wings
                         On gentle breezes of today.

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