Yesterday is gone, it was nothing but a dream ;
From the past only remains a souvenir.
Tomorrow is a vision projected on the screen of Hope,
A tad crazy, a vague appearance.

Why would you cry and lament over yesterday's misdeeds
And paint the memory paintings with sadness?
Why would you worry — worries kill —
About things that will not happen tomorrow?

Yesterday is over — it never came back —
May its ashes be at peace ;
The next day, no man has ever seen it,
But hope and trust are its attributes.

The present moment is all I really possess,
I can use it profitably, or waste it ;
But I know my future depends solely on
The way I live today.

I am now forging my past, and my future
They can be whatever I decide
By the actions that I do now,
By the words, and thoughts that I use.

I do not fear the future, and do not cry over the past,
Because I'm doing everything I can do today,
As if the present moment was my last one ;
Maybe it is? Who knows! Who can tell?