Reflections

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.


HOPE
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.

by Harry Conte

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Absolutely breath taking. i love it.
I love the vivid imagery that this created for me. There is a profound message written within. The last two lines says it bests...'live for today with its joy and sorrow, for today is the memory we dream of tomorrow.' Beautifully written and stated. I give kudos to the writer. I really feel this piece of art. Thank you so much for sharing.