Something New
She gives a sideways glance
As she said, oh yes
To the inquiry of slumbering well
For that was then and this is now
The present and near future matter,
Not the transition to now
For the rest of sleep is a given
Unappreciated when young
But the moment of today is alive
Dreams are something of hope
Not things of memories
Easily forgotten in their purpose
Rather then the purpose of future
With the connections today
With the need of freshness
And so the question seemed
Ridiculous and obvious the
Answer, if one only knew
How to retain the view
And youthful purpose
Of every day is something new.