Another Day
Another day
how it wreaks
of time standing still
not seeming to move forward.
The seconds
ticking on the clock
tapping out the melancholic hold
of moments trapped in time.
Ponder the silence
embrace the brief glimpse
of sunrise in the morning
awaiting the moon set.
Tick tock
the days pass
here brief then gone on
marking me.
No longer young
not accepting age
wandering the years
casting shadows on the days.
Just another day
what's on the news
prejudice, hate and war
nothing appears to change.
Is there another course
some better way to live
better decisions to make
lessons to be learned
or will it be the same
over and again
relearning and unlearning
another day?
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