Anyone will tell you
That each day starts anew.
That every day you can make up
What you have failed to do.
But what if sometime that day comes
Where everything goes right.
What happens then, when that day ends?
Wiped away by night,
And gone.
Even if tomorrow
Has some accomplishment
Is it not still destroyed because
Yesterday was perfect?
Is every day a failure then
Because you’ll never know
Which day you will be at your best.
There is just today
Just now.
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