Was, Is, And Yet-To-Be

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Title:     Was, Is, And Yet-To-Be
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [More Titles by Wilcox]

Was, Is, and Yet-to-Be
Were chatting over a cup of tea.

In tarnished finery smelling of must,
Was talked of people long turned to dust;

Of titles and honours and high estate,
All forgotten or out of date;

Of wonderful feasts in the long ago,
Of pride that perished with nothing to show.

"I loathe the present," said Was, with a groan;
"I live in pleasures that I HAVE known."

The Yet-to-be, in a gown of gauze,
Looked over the head of musty Was,

And gazed far off into misty space
With a wrapt expression upon her face.

"Such wonderful pleasures are coming to me,
Such glory, such honour," said Yet-to-be.

"No one dreamed, in the vast Has-Been,
Of such successes as I shall win.

"The past, the present--why, what are they?
I live for the joy of a future day."

Then practical Is, in a fresh print dress,
Spoke up with a laugh, "I must confess

"I find to-day so pleasant," she said,
"I never look back, and seldom ahead.

"Whatever has been, is a finished sum;
Whatever will be--why, let it come.

"To-day is mine. And so, you see,
I have the past and the yet-to-be;

"For to-day is the future of yesterday,
And the past of to-morrow. I live while I may,

"And I think the secret of pleasure is this.
And this alone," said practical Is.

[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: Was, Is, And Yet-To-Be

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