Live each day as if it were your last

In a previous incarnation, I used to feel a need two write bad poetry, and rarely share it. Now that I feel less need to write, I feel freer about sharing. Inspired by RT's comment, here is an oldie but baddie. I feel much calmer now.

Yours in rhyme,
N.

Live each day as if it were your last, they say.
Tomorrow's yet to come, the past is past, they say.
Learn from your mistakes, and from your wins, they say.
Plan for the future, tomorrow a new day begins, they say.

Who knows? They may be right.

#Written on an angry day, c. 1990