Happy the man, and happy he alone;
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be foul or fair, or rain or shine,
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Sue
28th April 2021