There are many times when I find pieces such as this in my library that, I wonder when I wrote them, and where I was. What was I doing? What was going on in my life. I, of course, so often don’t remember the specifics; and often enough, as with this piece, I can’t piece it together at all. Still, on its own, it has a certain something. I hope you enjoy it.

It is such a day as I would find
A million things to amuse my mind
A million ways to see the day
A million people see as I say
No one way seen
As each seen differs
The day is good
It opens doors
And lays down paths
To be traveled a million ways
More than one.

Isyldar