Wisdom is a mystery that rests in the bosom of the 'I AM'.
In living she is not the I was or the I will but the I AM...
Wisdom is anxious over nothing
She doesn't waste her time on a dead yesterday
Neither does she strain herself on an unborn tomorrow
But wisdom nurtures the living today
And enjoys the now that is
To follow wisdom,
You must rid thy mind of all
Except of the blessings of the NOW!
Yesterday is dead
Tomorrow is yet to be tread
But TODAY is here
Though she is the one that suffers the most,
She cries for attention but gets none,
She yearns to be heard but her voice is ignored
Should masses be lost in the grief of a dead yesterday
Or the anxiety of an unborn tomorrow!
Samson Ajilore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unborn-tomorrow-and-dead-yesterday/
