If you tend to live in the past my friend,
One thing is perfectly clear,
The things that are happening to you right now,
Will be the past, next year.
So yesterday, tomorrow will be,
One day just over the hill.
Best get on living while you may,
For God is writing your bill.
For what is age when you think of it,
But a way of measuring time,
For some the journey’s long and slow,
For others, the briefest time.
As I look back, upon my years,
I see in the clearest way,
It’s not how long the journey takes,
But how you find your way.”
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