For tomorrow, which may not come ...

Once everything is irrevocable ...
And feelings, and hopes, and dreams.
Everything that is from the heart is always free,
From tenderness to warm kindness ...


But if we knew that one day
We will see our loved ones only for the last time,
At that moment it would be very important for us
Not what will happen tomorrow, but now ...


Now ... we live ... We kiss, we hug ...
Today we often argue about anything.
And tomorrow we scold ourselves,
But only yesterday we will not return.


We leave, and sometimes they throw us ...
They go to others and go to heaven ...
Eyes, like clouds, scatter drops.
Black as soot, life is a streak ...


And, it seems, there will be no wonderful meetings,
And sincere confessions cannot be returned ...
What will happen tomorrow - I'm not interested.
After all, life - it is now, and that's the point ...


And if there is someone in love to admit
Who hug, someone to say "I'm sorry,"
What needs to be done and no doubt,
because in the past the way to find ...


And the future is also not accessible,
A winged plane will not reach ...
Today you need to enjoy life,
Hurry to where someone is waiting.


All plans can collapse overnight ...
The only really correct move is
not to postpone love, relatives and happiness.
For tomorrow, which may not come ...