A Poem About Tomorrows

With 2025 in mind

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This was not planned. It came while in a mixed mood about time and the turning of the calendar. My fight with time keeps going despite having a winless record. You cannot control time, and my logical mind knows this. But, sometimes I wish time would move slower.

“Reflections About Tomorrows”

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Every new thing has a tinge of sorrow

Every today was once a tomorrow

What I must keep and hold forever

Is that each new thing carries no tether

Keeps no enemies, unless I make them

Holds virtues’ promises, unless I break them

Every tomorrow needs no forgiveness

Tomorrow is about its own worthy business

Though this is childlike and perhaps too sweet

Burdens seem at first, easier to keep

Every New Year, my mind is broken

Contradictions of mind chosen, not spoken

At the end of the day, we lost each meaning

Just an added entry, catalogued and retreating

But newness of year offers more than normal

I must declare this time, not hidden, formal

That tomorrow will never be the same again

I hope never my enemy, only my friend

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