Sunrise On All of My Tomorrows

Sunrise On All of My Tomorrows

March 19, 2025

6 am, time to start the first day

Of the rest of my life

I might follow the path laid before me

Of intelligent design

Most would take this option

I, however, am not most

Perhaps I should travel as the sun travels

From east to west

Either warming my back

Or lighting my way

A good friend to have

But, my path needs no friends

I will walk the walk of few before me

Some will call me a wanderer

Some will wonder if I am lost

It matters not where I currently reside

But, if I finish where I want to reside

When I am ready to finally reside

Until then

I have the time to take in a few sights

Maybe ask a few questions

Someone may spin a yarn for my pleasure

Or fix me a plate for the road

Either way, I give thanks for the thought

So, if you see me passing by

In this journey called life

Consider the interaction an opportunity

Not to guide me

Rather to inform me

Of esplanades and avenues yet to be trod