Gloomy, gray, dark and damp:
The morning was void of hope.
The big event is not going to happen.

As the world goes forward,
I stay behind to pick up the shards.
They say my hopes are too limited.

Today is the day to begin again.
When I think of yesterday, I am transfixed.
Tomorrow makes me frozen in fear.
Today I will only say today.

William Wayne Smith

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