Stand, Tomorrow Awaits
Withered are the flowers of yesterday,
into ashes the firewoods of last night.
The snow melted into puddles,
when the sun dawned.
Let the scorn of yesterday,
become admiration for today.
Let the cries of the night,
become Joy in the morn.
Let the grief of what's lost,
become peace when found.
Let not your yesterday dictate,
your paths and your ways.
Smile, dear one,
pick yourself up,
for tomorrow awaits.
Copyright © Yehoshua Yochanan | Year Posted 2023
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