Here are a couple of comments from readers,

-- I have always love this poem.  Every day we get another chance to make everything right.  Each day is a fresh start and all the past is gone. All that matters is the beginning, the newness of each day to do with as we will.

Jul 2014 

-- Sixty-four years ago I was 615 miles from home in strange surroundings and on my first job. My landlady had a framed copy of this poem hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It helped me thru a lonely time! I had been trying to recall it for the past several days. Thank you for making it available.