CHANGING DAYS



Today is not the tomorrow of yesterday.
A different set of problems, a different set of rules.
A tenancy to do nothing or make the world change.

The other side of earth has a very different day.
Whilst you gaze at the moon, I will walk in daylight.
That's the difference between our different worlds.

When the day is new, new hopes are made to.
Life’s given in the grief of love and loss.
A new day gives new tears and smiles.

Today, as with every new day, is a different kind.
The hand that gave yesterday does not give today
The same words go to different parties every day.

Days nettles down to sleep to end the light of day.
Shadows darken, as curtains drawn out the light.
Some will wait for tomorrow which technically 
never comes.

-
 Midlife Writer 















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