A poem by my dear friend and talented writer, Mike Alma.

One Day (for a friend)

Old poems – special words –
Will find a new place,
Whether in harsh light
Or in closed shadow …

But they will return
Where they belong,

One day.

New poems will, for a while,
Write themselves
Without due care
Or consideration …

And some
Will hold their place,

One day.

Start and end …
Start anew
And today will become
Tomorrow

Much sooner than you think …

And, then, will be no more
Than a yesterday …

One day.

Mike Alma © 2013