Do I understand?
I live another day,
adding to the potential years,
of a life well lived,
so they say.

In the shadow of yesterday?
Will they say this upon the grave?
Yet, that which was lost yesterday,
can be regained tomorrow,
again, so they say.

Do I understand?
Where is today?
The choice lays within,
the question mark of a new day.

Albeit, I gaze upon you,
whom I’ve known,
remembering lost yesterdays.

Do I understand?
Where is today?
Again, a life well lived,
so they say.

Yes, the potential days,
now, have become,
those added years.

A life well lived,
will I say,
upon the grave?

Do I understand,
what happened to today?

(c) Copyright 2016 Mary Christine Laningham