Tomorrow’s Doors (revisited)
We talk
seldom listening
We mourn the past
worry about the future
We take baby steps
but we dare not more
Fearing change
more than death
New friends, new ideas
live in the moment
Try one new thing
Fear lost in the being
Tomorrow comes
welcomed or not
Today’s decisions
open tomorrow’s doors.
Beth Cardall Leehy
2016 Mar 1
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