What We Believed...

what we believed yesterday was a part of yesterday...
time has passed, a new day has dawned.
our believing has to evolve.... while having the
same roots, the plant changes, coming to fruition.
our thoughts and feelings ripen, or they rot.
we walk this path with eyes looking forward,
strengthened by the memory of what has been!
we are children of the forever dawn...
and the ghosts that disappear into setting sun!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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