Don’t tell me “tomorrow”, for it never comes.
Today is for heartbeats like runaway drums;
For the trumpets of kisses exchanged unafraid;
For the fifing of laughter; for love on parade.
Today, formed for lovers, can and should last
To the flash out of which it is claimed by the past.
So savor the moment; come whatever may,
We are certain of two things– our love, and today.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 31, 1949
