#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
Make your way through the path into the light of morrow
For in today the zeal to face the fears of tomorrow lies,
For it's trite that One makes hay whilst the sun shines,
And that he who would fail to plan surely has plans to fail
So friend lay aside every distraction that you do not derail
For the door of tomorrow opens in the shadows of today...

"As you lay your bed, so you lie on it" that's...