If today is all there is,
and Spring’s promise in the air
leaves Winter chill behind,
while a gentle southwest breeze
scours cobwebs from my mind,
I am content.
If tomorrow I am gone,
I have known the love of family,
and the comfort of a friend,
the laughter of my children,
summer days that never end:
I am complete.
Should tomorrow be without me,
my children understand
that they are one with me,
and the lives they live
will echo of my touch:
I am part of them.
When the East wind blows tomorrow,
with the perfume of the sea,
the world will turn as ever,
no less for losing me.
My life as celebration:
the way I chose to go.
If today is all there is
then I rejoice in all it brings:
I weep with each new sorrow,
and sing with each new joy.
I treat each day as Heaven,
and today is all there is.
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