Today was just tomorrow's yesterday,
But time can always seem to find a way
To toss into a pile of disarray
What seemed to be the future yesterday.
How wonderful it is to simply see
A blossom with a buzzing honeybee
And savor for a moment how carefree
that instant seems to come and then to flee.
What is a wait now worth if not a chance
To take another look around perchance,
To play a lovely tune and simply dance,
And treasure living, loving, and romance!
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