David Matapo
Softly, steadily we move along,
With grace and purpose, we carry on,
Past the concerns that we’ve known,
Toward a brighter, more benign tone.
Sunkissed in a golden light,
A soothing end to a day so bright,
Filled with moments that we’ll recall,
And cherish as we rest and fall.
And in the morning,
An untouched start,
A new day to try again,
To make it count and gain.