P.H.Rose

We....Walk past....Another day.

          We Walk...

Life is made of day and night,
We wonder through this dark and light.
Some will walk a smooth, straight road,
Others on rock, carrying their heavy load.
Luck will play its individual part.
And hoped by us here from our start

 

         Past...

I lived in a place,
such a terrible terrible place,
It was always cheap cotton
and defiantly not lace.
Times we're so hard,
so very very hard,
Paid by the inch and
defiantly not by the yard.

 

         Another day.....

Time enough for sorrow, for a new
day breaks again this morrow.
File away your problems, for this new
Day brings forth the possibility of more.
The weight of expectation and the
Possibility of failure is a challenge for us all.
Then again it might just be
A wonderful day.

Comments2

  • Michael Edwards

    Work well together - good read.

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you Michael

    • Goldfinch60

      The idea works well.

      "Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday"

      • P.H.Rose

        Ha ha..I like that..
        Thank you GF60



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