#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way.


Depressed, you are in yesterday's furrow,
Anxious, you are being tomorrows prey,
At peace,you are in today's burrow,
Live,Let the tears go where they may.


When you are stuck in the past of pharaoh,
and move to the future come what may,
Your path...