by Marie Tello Phillips
Live not in the briny past,
With tears and sighs galore,
Come build a new and better life,
With what Fate holds in store.
God, Himself, can't change the past,
Why waste your wits with it?
Let's live to-day, and make it pay
In joys, before they flit.
For if you will no joy to be,
Perchance you'll have your way,
Dour winds may blow the lights all out,
And turn to night your day.
Last updated October 27, 2022