To the swaying cradles, Skipping ropes and dusty saddles; To the swaying cradles, Skipping ropes and dusty saddles;

If I want to rub my past, My present doesn't last... If I want to rub my past, My present doesn't last...

The poem inspires us to celebrate every moment of life. The poem inspires us to celebrate every moment of life.

The past is a book of memory. The present is a living story The past is a book of memory. The present is a living story

Stop looking at past and move on in the present Stop looking at past and move on in the present

The sea taking away, the past I held, bringing present to bay. The sea taking away, the past I held, bringing present to bay.