Reflections - Poem by Harry Conte
So many times we do not see,
that all of life is a memory:
Of days gone past both bad and good,
and so we dream, as dream we should:
But one should always keep in mind,
that a memory is a day behind:
Live for today with its joy and sorrow,
for today is the memory we dream of tomorrow.
As long as there are more who give than who take,
As long as there are more to forgive that to forsake,
As long as there are more who love than who hate,
Then mankind can not help but survive.
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