Each Day

EACH DAY A new world begins each day And each day we ask What its story will be And how its mystery will be revealed But each day bears other stories with it And is often less than a chapter In something longer and deeper Each day is a dream that becomes a reality And then becomes a lost dream again We live in not knowing And die in not knowing Each day is a new hope a new journey a new test a new treasure a new loss a new defeat and a new setting out We cannot know what each day will bring It may be sorrow and its may be our own last word Each day is a new day How this one will go I do not know yet And perhaps the evening too And the night and the next day and the years ahead Will not tell me And this day too will go to oblivion As if it never were.