Two Days


Two Days

There are two days in every week

About which we should not worry

Two days

That should be kept free from fear and apprehension

One is yesterday with all its mistakes and cares

Is faults and blunders, its aches and pains

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control

We cannot undo a single act we performed or erase a single word we said

Yesterday is gone forever

Then there is tomorrow

With all its possibilities, it’s adversities, its burdens, its rewards

Tomorrow’s sun will rise

Either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds

But it will rise

Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow

For it has yet to be born

That leaves today

Anyone can fight the battle of just one day

It’s when you add the burdens of yesterday and tomorrow

That you break down

It’s not the experience of today that drives a person mad

It’s the remorse or bitterness of something that happened yesterday

And the dread of what tomorrow might bring

Therefore, it only makes sense

For peace of mind and hope

Live simply one day at a time

Live today!

~ Author Unknown


About gypsimoone

I am a writer, mother, daughter, sister, and among many other things a friend! I have lived through the deaths of my mother and brother along with many other friends and loved ones and hope that my experiences and lessons learned can help others as many helped me. Thru this blog I will tell my story and allow others into my once highly guarded universe so that they can hopefully gain strength to carry on and share their own stories so they in turn can enlighten others and pay it forward...just a tiny bit of kindness can go a very long way!

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