Sunday, July 4, 2010


Some folks are always complaining,
And never content with their lot;
Too concerned with what they are missing
To appreciate the blessings they've got.

Recalling their errors of judgment,
And dreaming of what might have been,
And how their lives would be different
If they could start all over again.

Reliving our past is a privilege
That Providence will never allow;
The past is no part of the future,
But the future is part of the Now.

I intend to enjoy the remainder
Of the race that's yet to be run,
And looking back over my shoulder
Isn't my idea of fun!

The march of time is relentless,
And life is dwindling too fast
To be spending half of my future
Lamenting half of my past!

--Autumn Acres (1982)

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