Living The Day

Standing alone, cold and raw

I saw yesterday falling away

From the edges of my mind.

Was that someone else’s dream

Or one of mine now left behind?

I no longer know nor do I care

For there are new realities to find.

Right here is where I face today:

                                      Today is all.

Memories are yesterday’s dreams,

Each one stored – fondly seen

As I wished it might have been,

Worshiped in a sacred shrine.

Now, as I sweep the past away,

I’ll reach out – embrace today

And make each tomorrow mine