Today is the most we have,
Tomorrow is the potential of hope,
Real or imagined, in nature or form
Let talk of past glories stop.
Empty stories of past glories,
To whom are they of a benefit,
If they change no realities to the better
On the ground, under your feet?
Boast of the past is shame of today-
If yesters to now have nothing to share-
Disgrace to the progenies to come,
For whom no effort is left to spare,
To tell and teach the fruits of work,
And the values of peace and love,
Not the mysticisms of success through luck,
And the help of saints and gods above.
Tomorrow is the potential of hope,
Real or imagined, in nature or form
Let talk of past glories stop.
Empty stories of past glories,
To whom are they of a benefit,
If they change no realities to the better
On the ground, under your feet?
Boast of the past is shame of today-
If yesters to now have nothing to share-
Disgrace to the progenies to come,
For whom no effort is left to spare,
To tell and teach the fruits of work,
And the values of peace and love,
Not the mysticisms of success through luck,
And the help of saints and gods above.
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