Today,
a
.
n
e
w
.
dream
grows,
–
–
seeded
.
b
y
.
yesterday’s
hope . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ today,
a
dream
grows,
–
–
seeded
.
b
y
.
yesterday’s
hope . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
only
tomorrows
know . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
all
.
o
f
.
the
yesses
.
a
n
d
.
nos . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
all
.
o
f
.
the
fasts
.
a
n
d
.
slows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
all
.
o
f
.
the
highs
.
a
n
d
.
lows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
that
which
remains,
.
a
n
d
.
that
which
goes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
that
which
stagnates,
.
a
n
d
.
that
which
flows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
that
which
dims,
.
a
n
d
.
that
which
glows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ that
which
dims,
.
a
n
d
.
that
which
glows . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
all
along
those
–
–
raw,
.
a
n
d
.
rugged,
.
a
n
d
.
restless
roads . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
all
.
t
h
e
.
places
.
w
e
.
would
go.
Reflection: This is a reflective poem written as a reminder that all of the choices we make over the weeks, months, and years influence what we experience later in life – so, choose as wisely as you can at the time and grow that wisdom over the years that go by. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful gem of a song “And So It Goes” by Billy Joel which I played repeatedly in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for (and inspire) the writing of the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.