-- I have always love this poem. Every day we get another chance to make everything right. Each day is a fresh start and all the past is gone. All that matters is the beginning, the newness of each day to do with as we will.
Jul 2014
-- Sixty-four years ago I was 615 miles from home in strange surroundings and on my first job. My landlady had a framed copy of this poem hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It helped me thru a lonely time! I had been trying to recall it for the past several days. Thank you for making it available.
