dVerse asks for a 44 word poem a Quadrille; using a form of the word “celebrate” have you notice how most of us celebrate things of the past, anniversary, birthday, holidays, why not the future? My prose or poem below you decide.
Yesterday was concerning. I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow; because, then, tomorrow, my plans seemed toxic. I honestly can celebrate today and every day. Instead of celebrating the past, I celebrate the future. Today, that tomorrow is over and is now known as yesterday. ♫