The World Series of…


Every day

Is another day

Not a Groundhog Day

But the next day

In a sequence.

One follows the other

As night follows

Day.

Every night

We look back upon the day past 

And forward to the day 

That is waiting in the wings.
I tell you these things

Though I am sure

That you already know

That there is no cure

For this.
When man has gone

Will it be just night

And day

Without names.

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