Each Day

Each day we die

a kind of death,

each day we are reborn.

Along with the tide, we are washed;

sparkling and new,

and tossed once more upon the shore.


Each day we choose

whether or not to make

the same mistakes

we've made every other day,

though the previous night we swore

we'd never choose the same path.

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