Each Day

They say each day brings a morning, a meaning

Days meant for living, breathing, seeing

For laughter, for crying, for grieving

Each day born of the sun, , man’s choice.

Man’s inhumanity to man, bird and fauna

The window of seeing, we see what we’re given

A fleeting moment, a vision of completion

Not yet fulfilled and seldom achieved

An opportunity to learn, to grow, to know more

Yet we know nothing, we learn of yesterdays

Tragic ways, mad ways and bad days

We learn of pain, suffering, blinded by circles of ignorance

Blinded by our own ego, fears and prejudice

Too many to mention, too few to notice.