My Days On Earth


My yesterday
Wasted and gone
Will not come again
And I need not waste time
Reminiscing on it

My tomorrow
I’ve not seen or felt
But with very high unprecedented hopes
It might never come

My today
That is mine for takes
I got to make hay
And go for the keeps
Because my tomorrow might never come

That is my life on earth
The wasted yesterday
The struggling today
And the high-hoping unknown tomorrow
Which might never come

(Feb.2006. Awoshie-Accra)

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