A Poem About Perspectives Of The Day
|Each new morning comes in a wrapper.|
It's broken open just for you,
and a box of things is tossed about
all around you.
Everything you need to start something new.
Or to put away things old and broken
That's only hurting some part of you.
The package is presented with each bright new dawn.
You need not wait for a calendar change
To start a new life upon.
So every chance you need
to make yourself Into something great
Is presented in each mornings wrapping
and dumped upon your plate.
If you think about it.