Will this day be gray?
It’s so hard to say
All I have is now
I wish I could figure out how
Crickets are chirping, their September song
comforting, yet foreboding
My heart aches
when I think of my mistakes
Changing seasons
Will I find out the reasons
for my strife,
in this second part of my life​​?
For now, it is a new day
Will it go my way?
All we have is this holy instant of now!
One day at a time is always best. I hope more days go your way!