Just like yesterday
No one knows what will come our way
No time for jokes…
But why not let us play?
Tomorrow may never come!
We’ve been making ‘Hay’ while the sun shines
We’ve been working all day without leisure times
Trying to save for the ‘rainy day’
Instead of living for this beautiful day
We chose to postpone our happy aims
For tomorrow that might come too late
Dream like you’ll live forever
Live like you’ll die today
Forgive all who made you suffer
To evade that endless flame
Praise the Lord of all races
For only the living have that grace
And tomorrow might be too late!
Written by: Ericson Nosa
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.