today is
yesterday's pupil
to pass on
tomorrow.
Mary Mary on the contrary, Where do your flowers grow? tomorow only exists in your order of chaos: yesterday has no weight or flow.
I like the thought of pulling in yesterday's experience to shape today as we live to move forward into tomorrow. Another fine poem!
Beautiful! ! We have to live for today, Not yesturday. Nor do we hope for tomorrow, We do not know what such will bring.
Mary I like this it is so true, but are the lessons learn't voted Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary.....Lovely indeed. Concise....but with big meaning.