Memory
Sometimes in life we do not see,
That all of life is a memory.
Of days gone past, both bad and good,
As we dream as dream we should.
But one should always keep in mind,
That a memory is a day behind.
Live for today with its joy and sorrow,
For today is the memory we dream of tomorrow.
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