And so the Moon sets, and onto us the day shall dawn.
A beautiful sunrise, a brave one at that.
What comes with day, may it be a joyful one or bitter. It is still a day, your day, my day.
We make what we want of this day. This day could be our best, our worst or just any other day.
Some people may die, some people may live, but at heart, we are all equal. Why does a day dawn, just to let us regret just that. Why should this day be our foe? This day is a day of opportunity for all. This day is our friend. This poem is repetitive.
Today you should do what your heart tells you. You should do what you think is best.
There is no time for regret.
And so the Sun sets, just as bravely as it rose.
Just as this all starts again, and again.