Today Is The Only Day Comments

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But we must love in the present. I appreciated this composition that emphasizes his ideas. Appreciated this excellent poem. Top score.

A great poem dear madam. This poem tales me to the great Longfellow' s Psalm of life.. where he says, we have already left past and the future is uncertain but

I like the title of this magnificent poem. It sends a powerful message. Very captivating. Every stanza can be a Mantra that could guide us in our everyday life. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.10 +++++

An excellent write imbued with wisdom and insight. Each stanza stands out. Very inspiring and highly motivational.

We should marvel over beauty blossomed as beauty motivates mind. There is no need to cry for wilted flowers. There is no need to count the cankers those might blight the bud. Today is a perception. But tomorrow is a stimulation. Every situation in life that comes is joyous and we should celebrate life. Today is our present way to climb up the top of the hill. This poem is a stunning poem and very brilliantly and excellently penned...10

I just cannot get enough of you. Each time, you happen to me all over again. I'm charged up with this persuading/motivational piece, sweet mentor.

Cry not and count not but marvel over is what yesterday, tomorrow and today is.....so elegantly crafted I am really mesmerised........Valsa.....as usual great write..............

A beautiful poem with a positive message.Words very well chosen.

'Every Yesterday.....A reminiscence- sweet to relish Every tomorrow.......A vision glorious to chase' Excellently penned. Enjoyed it.

Lovely. The concluded lines are superb. I liked it.

Very optimistic. Loved the thought and your unique style of write!

Great philosophy, live for tomorrow - well penned.

Stimulating and exalting, a bounty of wisdom. Wise and truthful thoughts.I can't say enough for this gem. This way will serve anyone well

We thrive on expectations. Every phase of time ahead is a rose of promise. When Sunday dies, we begin to wait for Monday.. That`s why man is optimistic. Similarly when you close your lines of a poem, we begin to wait for your next one.... [not joking]