"O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds...
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.