Poezja

Each day holds a story all its own.
Before the day is over and forever gone,
A line in the journal will let memory live on.

Was the goal not reached, or a learnng game?
Tomorrow, may not be the same.  
Refresh, renew, another time a challenge may tame.

Uncharted waters may lie ahead.
Are there instructions to be read?
The stars guide the compas from overhead.

We may not write the script.
Life may be quite a trip.
May the harbor safely anchor the ship?