The dawn’s first rays,
insistent that a new day has begun,
releasing from night’s indentured trance.
past is past and cannot be undone.
Moment, pausing to review
the path have taken to now.
Wonder, if could just start a new.
Predestined ever to repeat?
Blindly stumble each waking day?
Do control the path beneath the feet
or guided? Can’t really say.
With each new day, perhaps
a choice;
to try again;
a second chance next in order
to be fortunate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With each new day, perhaps a choice; to try again; a second chance next in order to be fortunate. Verily, the new dawn welcomes all towards the continued efforts with new hope and spirit Loved reading it........10 I invite you to read my poems