It is fruitless to furrow into the past
Let mistakes and failures, there rust!
Neither could I there, plant new seeds
Future is barren, nothing there, breeds!
Present is here, to till, plough and sow
I'll sweat by my brow, for better morrow!
Today, I will labour, investing my future interest
In due season, fruit of my labour, I will harvest
My laboured hands would pluck the fruits
Of joy, contentment, peace: life benefits
I'll hold on to this dream and press on
Someday, to inherit would be my son
I will not let this day slip through my hands
I will till, plough and care on my present land
For the morrow would bring me, my abundance
Today's investment is my morrow's inheritance.
A Lovely message in a lovely poem.... I love the opening stanza.... you have presented it with great novelty! When we are careful not to allow today to slip off our hands.... our future will be guranteed....!
good writing, I like it, thanks.please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive words - good advice. Yesterday cannot be altered - why dwell there.... except to learn from it. Today is important - our actions will determine what tomorrow looks like. Today's steps will leave tomorrow's footprints. Excellent poem.