Happy the Man
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 fair or foul 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.
This poem is included in Jill Dawson’s “The Tell Tale Heart”, a novel I recently reviewed here. So, it felt appropriate to give it a slot on this weeks poetically speaking.
It is a lovely reminder that the past cannot be changed, but it is just that, it is the ‘past’. We can put behind us all those failures, disappointments and ‘not quite good enoughs’. Tomorrow is always a new day, full of promise and potential, a fresh opportunity to work towards being the best we can.
