Whereas you do not know
what shall be tomorrow.
For what is your life?  
It is nothing more than
a vapor, that appears   
for only a little while,  
and then vanishes away.
James 4:14

I may never see tomorrow, There's no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday belong to history.
I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past;
I have just the present moment--- I must treat it as my last.



I must use the moment wisely, for it soon will pass away,
And be lost to me forever, As part of yesterday.
I must excercise compassion, help the fallen to their feet;
Be a friend unto the friendless; make an empty life complete.



The unkind things I do today may never be undone.
Any friendships that I fail to win may nevermore be won.
I may not have another chance on bended knee to pray,
And I thank God with humble heart for giving me this day.



I may never see tomorrow, but this moment is my own.
It's mine to use or cast aside; the choice is mine, alone.
I have just this precious moment in the sunlight of today,
Where the dawning of tomorrow meets the dusk of yesterday.




© This poem titled "I May Never See Tomorrow" is actually a portion
of a longer poem titled "This Moment", written by Paul F. Barnett.
I thank Mr. Barnett's son Phil for clarifying the authorship of this poem.

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