Why worry about tomorrow, And the rising of the sun. Or anguish over past mistakes, That cannot be undone? Why waste life's precious moments, On things that bruise the heart; When today is ours to fashion, Into a work of art? Today comes but once, my friend, It never returns. So use it wisely while you can. There is a lesson you may learn. Let history, record the past, And tomorrow come what may. Be content to do your best. With what you have today!