I dreamed of today
When it was yesterday
And tomorrow seemed
A life away in time
But where did they go
All those yesterdays
Were there too many dreams
Of what tomorrow would be
As we struggled with today.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Today is the tomorrow we were worried about yesterday. Yesterday is gone forever, tomorrow never comes, and today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.