Remember Every Day That Comes by

We are waiting for tomorrow,

But tomorrow never comes,

Our last breath is right upon our heels,

Yet we still refuse to run,

86,400 seconds,

And we’re in another day,

All slipping through our fingers,

As we look the other way,

Days, Week, Months and Years,

Are made of right now,

A strange of fleeting moments,

That we can never pin down,

We gaze into the future,

Always planning for that day,

When we can say that we’re meant to be,

Always planning for that day,

When we can say that we’re happy,

We spend so long looking forward,

That we may as well be blind,

Since we don’t see until the very end,

All the things we’ve left behind,

Now I know it’s just a theory,

But I think, I’ve worked out how,

The only way to happiness is to love what we have now.

Alisha Zaman

Grade 8

TME Notting Hill Campus Jhelum.