Shadows in My Park
Yesterday, when my dreams were fresh-whipped cream,
is but a stone's throw from tonight's concoction
but at least I have the stuff to bake my cake;
today's reality provides the catalyst.
Memory of trial-and-error adventures
and those resultant half-baked confections,
tomorrow will be mere shadows in my park.
Is there no value in those lessons learned?
Today's my opportunity to bake.
Dream not too deep lest all the cakes are burned.
Quote: Khalil Gibran
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