Day
Come what may,
each new day
is only a day - a day away;
... but then again
come the dim
you may realize, with some surprise,
each new day
will always stay
reclusive - ever elusive,
a day
away...
Come what may,
this day is
the Only day... therefore,
Never waste it away.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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