James 4:14 

14 How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow?

Your life is like the morning fog—

it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.

Who counts them every morning?

Who cares every night?

Who is not too tired to really not give a flip?

Is it not corny?

That yesterday lost its fight

As memory got fired and anticipation now fits

Still a state of dullness

The day is still not real

Just out of bed the flesh is still not with it

Starting with forgiveness

For mistakes of yesteryear

When the days were sassy and there to be wasted

Jan Wienen