each new day

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New day is dawning fresh with morning dew.

Each new day a gift to marvel at anew.

Each seems so perfect arising with the sun.

Yet our days are numbered, until we know not when.

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What will come to pass before this day is done?

We cannot know, each has their course to run.

Onward, always onward, one day from the next.

Yet our days are numbered, until we know not when.

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What would be if we could see a little bit ahead?

Our fear is such, we would clutch each minute filled with dread.

Time watched, time stilled, it suffocates the soul.

Yet our days are numbered, until we know not when.

photo and text geoff clements

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