It is called Today. I don't know who wrote it.
Outside my window, a new day I see
And only I can determine
What kind of day it will be.
It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay,
or boring and cold, unhappy and gray.
My own state of mine is the determining key,
For I am only the person I let myself be.
I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help,
Or be selfish and think just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun,
or gripe and complain and make it hard on someone.
I can be patient with those who may not understand,
or belittle and hurt them as much as I can.
But I have faith in myself, and believe what I say,
And I personally intend to make
The best of each day
And this. Because how can you be sad with a face like this?
Make the best of each day. You don't know how many you'll have. You never know how many people you can affect for good. Tell people how you feel.
I love this! What a way to live life!ReplyDelete
Love that poem - it is so true - but why is it so hard sometimes? xoxoxoReplyDelete