An anonymous reader wanted to share this with everyone. The Author of the poem is unknown according to him. I did not vet it through the Google, but I will allow it.
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There is what has gone,
And there is what is yet to come.
They join at a moment
We call today.
The past and the future
Are neither better than each other
Nor worse than each other.
They are merely different
From each other.
To deny an old man
The importance of the past
Is no less callous
Than to deny a young man
The mystery of the future.
Thus we meet at the present,
Choosing between two prayers:
One we call laughter
Or one we call tears.
Handle the past reverently
For it has already been the future.
(Author unknown)
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