The What and Who of Meandering About

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Next Day

(a poem)

Startled awake
by hope,
longing,
or fear.
Was it a dream?
Was it true?
If just
a dream
how can we
live
as if it were
something more;
something real?
If the rumors
are true
we may wonder,
"What's
next?"
Either way
things will never
be the same;
we can never
be the same
because of
yesterday.

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