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June 1983

 

From here

All I see

Is tomorrow

The promised gleam

Of distant years

That calls me on

 

Now

Is where I pause

Between

Where I was

And where I am

Going

 

Yesterday

Is naught but a dream

Recalled

Over the years

 

Tomorrow

Is all that counts

The old mistakes

And ancient ways

Can be forgotten

Are forgotten

 

Im a clean slate

Each day anew

To stand hopeful

For tomorrow

 


Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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