Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Today is a gift,
and that is why we call it the present
How is today,
different from any other day,
we still wake up,
still brush our teeth,
still have a shower,
then we do the same thing,
again tomorrow,
and the same the next day
Does history really repeat itself,
did someone commit suicide,
in America from the empire state building,
50 years ago,
did parents divorce,
leaving the hurt and pain,
100 years ago
Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Today is a gift,
and that is why we call it the present
I lvoe the whole gift/ present thing, i never thought about it that way, great poem Jessica it's weird, i feel like i know you through all the poems i've read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool i have heard the beginnig and end alreday though