After the day that yesterdays bring
Facets are glimpse to worth and meaning
Tattered memories; the mind is clothing
Effaced, immemorial, to try a knitting
Reminisce things to a mending

This life of building rotund walls; a man to toll
Hovering hope and sorrows to heart and soul
Inherent physical; law is no fool
Saving yet menacing; selective a call

Wacky the road a man to take
Over mountain and valleys, seas and river beds
Rocky and waveringly may the daily grind leads
Let gift glory the halo on ones head
Done with ordeal of rows of creed

Done yesterday is gone a tomorrow
It is today the tomorrow you do
Even tomorrow is tomorrow to row
Shall we pose the question until tomorrow's tomorrow

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