Let’s celebrate, for there is only this passing day,
The morning dew is fresh and the promise of a bright sun looms,
I feel younger every day, as the jealous sky gets old and grey,
Jaded, staling memories, sometimes flicker as if a dying ember,
Bit by bit, strain by strain, a white and then many,
In the urge for spotting epiphanies, subtle hints just pass me by;
As well laid plans, topsy-turvy, fall by the side,
Wisdom comes hardest to the wise, wonder any wiser if I am,
Just for a while, through the grey dark skies,
The horizon it shimmers, in gold thin stripes;
Another new day and a cold deep sigh, as we head to some shiny new lies.
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