Each Day Its Own
Live life in the present and to the fullest
A sextet poem on living to the fullest
Each day, its own
sufferings and joys,
the faded past,
its memories distant,
lost in muted grays,
and the future, uncertain, waits.
Linger here,
be present where
our reality lies;
we may find our lives
only in this moment,
where we touch eternity.
We fashion our universe
from such frail attempts,
some succeed, some are spent,
it seems in vain,
and yet, in the end all hope
is merit just the same.
And when it is time
to head down that old dirt road,
rather than admit that this
is all we have to show,
finer places, brighter shores
may await us, who dare to go.
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