Sorry missed this Yesterday.
Day Nineteen.
Held in the hands of yesteryear
we never would have cradled ourselves
in our cold contentment if we knew,
but the heart of our minds
can never recover the moments wasted
with empty promises of sunsets to come.
Instead today we pick up the mantle of love
and learn to live again in a world
where Lady Apathy no longer lingers
in our doorway on the worst and best days.
Shut from the home of our hearts
she will dwindle and die.
Pick up the mantle of progress
not of hindering spite;
there is a whisper in the wind
carrying the time of change
do not let it pass you by.