What's yet to come is all we have,
the future happiness we will enjoy,
the future friends,the future joy.
Our next good job will be better,
our next great love will be greater.
What's yet to come we all await,
have good fun make it worth the day.
Our past is gone it's in a tomb,
what we've done wrong is buried for good.
Our good past deeds we shall recall,
our bad ones matter no more.
Yet now and then we should visit our past's grave;
not to open it but to drop some flowers.
Our past is dead yet it's our roots.
And our roots must be honoured.