Dear Readers
Here's a poem about each day for you.An uplifting verse to last forever.A day will come and a day will go.But will I be here to make it show?
Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO
Can we view life as a set of frames?
How quick the tick?
How slow the dull boredom of a pause?
Must we even think about each day?
Would you like to learn how to slow down?
How do you think you can get slower?
Can new things become the object of your passions to rekindle a long-lost fire?
I wrote this poem after realising that we could view life as a set of frames, a complete collector set of "Each Day" slices.
Imagine a different scene every day but getting better and better each day.
Then think about "Groundhog Day" - the fact that everything is the same.
The days are stale but safe - somewhere to hide and avoid change.
The fact that every day you do the same things expecting different results.
That on some days pure random chance would present an opportunity, and on some days. nothing would happen.
That is until you grasp the fact that we may have a limited number of scenes.
And that we should push on to identify our dearest hopes and dreams to drive them into existence.
Each Day
each day a life each --
day a different scene each
today I am chef
