To be, or even not to be,
That is not the question;
But what to do with every day,
With all in my possession.
It isn’t where I land that counts,
But how I make each stride;
It’s less what I accumulate
Than what I’m like inside.
To be, or even not to be,
That is not the question;
But what to do with every day,
With all in my possession.
It isn’t where I land that counts,
But how I make each stride;
It’s less what I accumulate
Than what I’m like inside.
Strawberry kisses,
Stolen moments in the sun;
Summer’s great romance