Yesterday is gone,
but a new day has arrived.
Whatever it brings,
we must be ready with plan
to choreograph the dance
of fleeting moments--
good, bad, or indifferent--
that Time throws our way.
When tomorrow comes,
I'll get up and start again,
if God is willing.
Seasons come and seasons go.
In the winter of my life,
I keep marching on,
preparing for what comes next
on this great journey.
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