The Death of a Day
The day wanes never to come again
Whatever it held will never be repeated
All its sights and sounds, the feelings and smells
Unique
But, after sleep, deep into the night
A new day will dawn, will come bringing what it will
It will not be the same
But different.
And we thrill to each new day
Not knowing what it will bring
But, being a new day,
We know we are
Alive.
Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 10 October,2019
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