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. Promises. Potential. 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. |