Will I look at today as if it were made
especially for me
Or will I put it away
and hide from the thought
that this could be the very last day
my eyes will ever see
Will I treat today with dignity-- With integrity
to use it in a way it was intended to be
Or will I brush it aside--
and pray that another
comes along as my guide
Will I meet this day as though it may be
a stepping stone to eternity
Will I choose my actions carefully--
and my behavior be considered humble
Or will the steps I take
be those of uncertainty
that would possibly cause me to stumble
Will I greet today with humor--
grace-- and wonder…
Or with anger… Or even rage
Will I tear this day asunder
as one might tear a page
Or will I use it wisely
and profit from its worth...
Because this day will be the only day
that is here… Today… On earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem