London Poem: Day 264

8 May

Drawn out and supple,
It is a day no different
Than any other –
Possibilities appear endless
At the onset, but as the hours
Collide the truth in what a
Day has to offer comes alive.
There is little to do but
Accept it, and wait for tomorrow,
The endless wrestle with yesterday’s
Regrets, forgotten in the golden hue
Of the new day.
Short sighted,
I wait for the morning.

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