Tomorrow

The day's long shadows hold on as I do, reaching out, trying not to let go of what is passing away. Each evening there is always this ritual of holding on then the slow release, the letting go twinged by a little sorrow, the emptying of what never spoke or left a name, to make room for tomorrow.

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Daniel Turner

Date: 3/20/2023 3:45:00 PM

I guess each days end is a little sad to a certain extent but you get to watch the sunset and start looking forward to a new day. Shadows on the other hand. Always a good topic for poems. They can mean so many things. I liked the poem, Paul.

Paul Willason
Date: 3/21/2023 4:23:00 AM

As always Daniel, appreciate your thoughtful comments. Strange coincidence, just got back from taking in an amazing sunset. There you go...