My Favourite Day
By D G Moody
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“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today”, squeaked Piglet.
“My favourite day,” said Pooh.
Days are where we live;
they fly past so fast and
they cannot stay or last,
the days weeks and years,
leaving us always here,
Where we are today, the
door shut on yesterday and
not yet open on tomorrow;
and here is now with every
second, minute and hour;
In the threefold present –
the memory of what is past –
an expectation of the future –
and the actual now which
passes even as it is thought;
And each dying moment
echoed in the ticking clock,
can remind us that today
is all that we can have, and
shall be – our favourite day
© D G Moody 2023
(Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
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An intersting extension on
An intersting extension on Pooh-type thoughts. I hadn't heard of Mullah Nasraddin so I looked him up, and it sounded as if like A A Milne could tease and stir basic thought! Make use of today, as far as possible! Rhiannon
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Excellent rendition of the A
Excellent rendition of the A.A. Milne, Pooh style of prose and I loved the moral of the tale to treasure the moment – as we all should.
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Hi Dougie,
Hi Dougie,
I love your poem, because it sums up my view on living in the moment. Being retired is the best, because it allows me to take my time and enjoy the things I love to do, like writing and seeing the beauty in the natural world around us...even if I'm just imagining it in my mind.
Thank you for sharing your poem, I really enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
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