She Is Rich Who Owns the Day

She Is Rich Who Owns the Day

She is rich

Who owns the day

For yesterday is gone

And tomorrow has no say.

She holds today

With such lovingly care

More priceless than any jewel

That we can share.

No car that we drive

Nor house that we reside

Will ever hold more value

Then this day we are alive.

So be grateful I say

And spend every moment with care,

And own the today

The gift that we share.

Poor is the man

That thinks he has wealth

With full pockets

And nil care for his health,

No appreciation of the air

That we breathe in our lungs

Nor the trees nor the songs

The birds have sung.

Fear not him

Nor hate him I say.

But be grateful for the riches

That we each have today