What mattered always, you must let go.
A day comes
When what mattered,
You must let go.
You just know,
You give up.
It is the day
You are just
a little less alive
But you survive.
Like the cat's
last lonely walk
around the street,
In extreme heat.
Losing hope,
To find a bite
To chew, to eat.
Both you and the cat
So much alike,
Until next dawn,
Both just survive.
Will the cat
Without the hat,
Not named Tom,
Nor pretty
Hello Kitty,
Find a fish
In a dish
Or Jerry the rat?
And you,
Will you ever
Overcome that?
The day is new but you are no longer what YOU were.
AMITA SANGHAVI'S POETRY AND MUSINGS BLOG: Impressions 
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