YESTERDAYS.
For all the buried yesterdaysI have not one regret;I love them not, I mourn them not,I would them all forget.Of all the dead, dead yesterdaysWhich were so dearly bought,I care not to remember one,They were with misery fraught,They held no joy, they held no peace,Each day had some deep pain;So I would never call them back;Each day seemed lived in vain.Today I live, today I love,The yesterdays are dead.I wot not of the passing daysThough by them I am led.Today is mine with all it holds,I’ll do the best I know.The future is a closed up book,And may be filled with woe.
For all the buried yesterdaysI have not one regret;I love them not, I mourn them not,I would them all forget.Of all the dead, dead yesterdaysWhich were so dearly bought,I care not to remember one,They were with misery fraught,They held no joy, they held no peace,Each day had some deep pain;So I would never call them back;Each day seemed lived in vain.Today I live, today I love,The yesterdays are dead.I wot not of the passing daysThough by them I am led.Today is mine with all it holds,I’ll do the best I know.The future is a closed up book,And may be filled with woe.