This Day

This day,
like all the days
that have ever preceded it,
starts with a rigid annotation,
forceably saying,
the sublime night
has wiped the slate clean,
here and now in this moment of beginning
all things are new,
no more yesterdays,
and not yet any tomorrows,
this is all there is,
it is a new day,
make something of it,
and of yourself.

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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