Sunday Scribblings has the prompt : sequel
One Day At a Time
Yesterday was a pleasant day,
Today has promise too;
The leaves are switched to autumn,
The sky, a cobalt blue;
The past is just a memory,
The future, known to few.
All sequels are not really so,
Everything is new;
What happened once cannot return
No matter what you do:
Your age, the date, your state of mind—
The recurrences are few.
But we humans love our patterns,
They help explain our lot;
We try to reason out our lives,
To justify the plot.
But tomorrow comes regardless,
Prepared for it or not.
Tomorrow will be just as sweet,
Whatever you may say.
The sun will rise, the earth will turn,
The children laugh and play
The secret to a happy life
Is to live it day by day.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2016
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What rubbish!
ReplyDeleteHallmark would be proud of you.
Day-by-day is the motto of sheep.
Baa humbug.
DeleteA wonderful poem dear Cosmo and great advice to live by.
ReplyDeleteHugs
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you, Dianne!
DeleteWe cows like day by day. Especially in the milking season.
ReplyDeleteUdderly understandable.
DeleteSpeaking as a dragon, I quite favour the past. It has served us well, why change?
ReplyDeleteEven the past happened day by day.
DeleteAutumn becomes you!
ReplyDeleteSometimes you are very sweet and sensible!
Don't let appearances fool you. This man bites the heads off asparagus with barely a thought.
DeleteNot true. I do think. I think "Thank you, asparagus!"
DeleteI know that too ...then I can't say I haven't been warned can I ! :)
DeleteWhat a curiously sensible poem. Each day is a bonus enjoy, it for heavens sake.
ReplyDeleteHang about! Are you saying my poems aren't normally sensible?
DeleteJust curious, you understand.
Well we loved it - like a fine wine - enjoy it while it lasts...
ReplyDeleteI like the rhythm of this one. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteHappy A-Z.
And thanks for visiting Nickers and Ink Poetry and Humor
True, oh, so true...
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