As we go into our tomorrows

As we go into our tomorrows,
we drag yesterday along
and where we are in the present
we aim, we search and we reach
for something better, for something new

and yet true happiness, the way forward
is right here where we are
and a tender smile, the look of an eye,
a single word, even the tone of a voice
can bring us great joy or heartache.

Constantly we live our lives
while time passes far too quickly
and the here and now
and what we make of it
is actually the only live we have.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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