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.
© gezz 2023
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You are quite right. We are constantly looking back to see where we went wrong, and then we look ahead to how we can get it right but we never seem to be able to achieve our goals, and just make more mistakes.
I liked this poem very much. Sue.
Thanks for your views Sue, Much appreciated. 🙂
Welcome to the site.
There are words I would change, leave out, however I agree with Sue…it’s a poem worth reading.
Mike
Nice poem, I think that the ego has been vilified by those who control us as their puppets/dummies.
I will post a poem tomorrow, repost called The Chosen Dummies. Read it if you please.