Cycles

Yesterday is gone,
but a new day has arrived.
Whatever it brings,
we must be ready with plan
to choreograph the dance
of fleeting moments--
good, bad, or indifferent--
that Time throws our way.

When tomorrow comes,
I'll get up and start again,
if God is willing.
Seasons come and seasons go.
In the winter of my life,
I keep marching on,
preparing for what comes next
on this great journey.

Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry ▼

The Oriental Octet is a blending of the Japanese Tanka with Haiku, as described and demonstrated in the following link: https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/2008-form-unique-to-the-study-and-writing... .