A new day,
Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,
Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.
The chance for a fresh beginning,
A farewell to the past.
Yesterday is gone,
Relegated to history…never to return.
‘Tis the beauty of birth–
Offered with each midnight stroke
Comes the infancy of the virgin day.
Is this not a wondrous affair,
A gift not to be squandered?
Wallowing in regret serves no one,
Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;
Lashing out violently–
Becoming master if permitted.
Embrace this moment,
Releasing the past to its tomb.
O’ the possibilities that await us,
With the opportunity to be reinvented
–By the casting of our dreams.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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