Each day we live is like a “gift,”
A gift sublime and pure.
Our days gone by cannot be changed.
Our days to come not sure.
Since days gone by and those to come
We must take as each is given,
Let’s hope and pray that our aim is true;
Toward our goals in life stay driven.
Since our futures are a secret,
And we don’t know what’s in store,
May we be content with what we have
Yet always strive for more.