My son,
today ain't
nothing but a
day.
A day can be
shook out like a
duster or
beat clear like a
line rug or
stretched tight like a
runner.
A day can be
laundered like
a white t-shirt or
scrubbed clean like a
charcoal grill.
A day can be
clipped short like a
toenail; extended like
the crochet.
A day can be changed if
you can perceive its
creative flexibility.
A day can be brightened
through your own eyes and
seasoned with your
words,
transformed by your actions.
A day can be purified with your truth or
defiled through your lies;
wisely fulfilled when you
choose to be wise.
A day could die,
suddenly,
and then be revived
if you could but learn to
redeem your time.
Today ain't nothing but a day,
son,
and here you are,
alive,
walking in it.
What will you do now?
Will you thrive or survive?
-T. D. James-Moss
