Everyone’s day seems just as different
As tricycles would take you to anywhere else
While, followed by, the touch of summer heat
Do anything as finding what will make a person—
Happy, or at ease
Heed the choices of attaining relief in this day, but
It is always we should plod first on the scorch—
Of this choice of yours
Surely the path taken will both be torments and ecstasies
Even all these said sweet flowers are what are not—
At the beginning
Sure it is, perpetually at the beginning
Anguish defines the onset always
But be afraid not, continuously
Because
All what is a race is not always about Start
All what is a day is not constantly its hardest part
If Agonies’ prologue is now without reach
Treat the chance now for some comfort in a day
For some solace in a day seems just as different
As some are relieved living beside the rivers
Wonderfully, some are happy—
With just some salt and water in their rice
Or jeepney drivers are calmed by hikes of fair price
V.A.
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Solace in a Day
PoetryWhy not take comfort in a specific part of a day? Because many do that, in every different way