Tonight, we complete
The canvassing of yesteryear;
Tomorrow’s easel will be reloaded
And leftover brushes must be renewed.
Pray tell, the new brushings will not
End in being a copy of the original
Or a reflection of what remains;
Time moves on. And time will tell.
We must remember what was yesterday
And focus on tomorrow’s tomorrow;
Least we continue to canvas hope
Rather than ensuring its reality.