Every Day Has A Question Of Its Own Poem by Shalom Freedman

EVERY DAY HAS A QUESTION OF ITS OWN

Every day has a question of its own
A challenge of its own
A beginning of its own
A test of its own
Every day has a story of its own
And a meaning of its own
And trivialities and banalities of its own
Every day has a mystery of its own
And questions of its own
And efforts of its own
And disappointments of its own
And sufferings of its own
And life of its own
And a story of its own
And a mystery of its own
And a forgetfulness of its own
Every day is a story of its own
And there are so many days and so many stories
Who can possibly tell or remember or think or understand
Each one of them?