YESTERDAY WAS SO BEAUTIFUL (and its passing so sad) when the day transitions it goes to night first, before there can be another day sometimes a day has been so beautiful that in the night instead of looking forward to another day we can only grieve for what is gone but each day is its own being each being has their own day whatever beauty we find missing tomorrow, whatever we might miss from yesterday well, that beauty we must become tomorrow we must be as beautiful as the departed day we mourn in the anguish of night —kalamu ya salaam