Once Again

Nothing Again.

But what kind of writer would I be if I skipped a day?

I was walking down a beaten path
It was dirty, dusty and dry
It seemed to groan with my every step
Like a too often used sigh
My foot was struck by a rock
And it immediately brought to mind
A day that wasn't good to me
But not the only of it's kind
It was that of a yesterday
And a terrible one at that
Just like the rock below me
It was ugly, deserted and flat
Then another thing caught my eye
A crinkled leaf lie there
When stepped upon it crumbled
But it didn't seem to care
I thought of the present day
Just there, not alive
And just like the crumbled leaf
It lay with now chance to strive
But suddenly out of no where
A little bloom peeked out
I could almost see it smile
It was open and free of doubt
So with that image in my mind
I gave yesterday a powerful kick
It flew down the path far away
It was gone just like that, so quick
A little breeze picked up
And today's pieces suddenly lifted
They didn't put up a fight
and the away the leaf slowly drifted
So then I continued my walk
Forgetting yesterday and today's sorrow
And just like my little flower
I had the hope of a better tomorrow