Yesterdays Lines
Each day is an empty page
within an ongoing book,
a blank sheet waiting to be
etched with indelible ink.
One can choose to fill that page
with typeset; unchanging script
of repetitive laments,
or pen something different.
Your story does not have to
continue yesterday's lines;
end that chapter, and start one
filled with possibilities.
When compiling life's journal
each verse gets written by you,
as for the consequences;
well, that's what we call living.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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