by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
Don’t waste your life with sour regret,
The future’s theirs who soon forget
The squandered chances, time ill spent,
Who know the joy to truly repent.
Your sacred moment falls to you Now,
Your fallow ground to break and plow,
Tomorrow’s joy, today’s clean toil,
When tenfold crops rise from the soil.
2012/09/14 at 13:18
Thank you, Randal!
2012/09/14 at 13:21
Thank you, Weylan’s Wife. (Like your email, BTW.)