Today is a gift
That yesterday will
Never know of,
And tomorrow will always remember.
So choose to live it
Because what is dead is gone already,
Taking with it even the embers of all
That we knew once to be our only own.
And what will come surely will bring with,
It offspring of joys and sorrow
We make love with
I have attempted to do something new today.
I was gifted this calligraphy set by my beloved from the gift shop at William
Wordsworth’s residence last year.
And of course, I needed to put it to some good use.
And hence this idea was born, although I must admit that my rookie struggle is quite
evident in the picture itself.
I shall try this more, if time and my mindset are kind enough to permit me to do so.
Hope you enjoy this piece, as much as I did creating it.