Ignore Predictions About the Future. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The future whispers, dark and low,
Of when and how, the seeds of woe.
But hush that voice, don't lend an ear,
To phantom fears and rising tear.

Today is here, a gift so bright,
A single star in endless night.
Embrace its warmth, its gentle grace,
Let worries fade without a trace.

Tomorrow's promise, faint and thin,
May never be, may never begin.
So hold this moment, close and fast,
Before it's gone, a memory passed.

T.M.Solvang