The Sun Of Today
Did yesterday go with no trace?
Or, does it arrange its matters
To cope with today?
Everyday reveals things with new dress,
Others, to yesterday are attached;
By pins, from the old picture are hanging
Wearing new garments,
Faking new smiles;
But their yellow teeth unmask them
Trying to allude from change pinch;
They become uglier with their rush,
Crumpled faces and defeated eyes.
Like leaves in autumn, fall
One by one, or all
There is no way to escape;
New sun of today will come,
To fill the misty sight with its fresh ray.
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