Pseudo Living
Just today is ours . . .
yesterday is a locked door;
the key no longer possessed.
We cannot rearrange
spent furniture we left behind.
Unknown tomorrows . . .
impenetrable portal
between now and destiny;
squander not your best day
pseudo living beyond the doors.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 14, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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