Walk Through
calendar pages turn
as sun drops lower in his orbit
tired of living the zenith.
So as be some old souls of earth
tiring of the film of greed
of the me-me-me-and-only-meisms common of the day
ready to step aside into a new tomorrow
graced surely with hope of a not-so-dark walk
a passing through a sunset of today into a sunrising
into the glory bless of a new tomorrow.
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