Everyday i wake whether there be sun or clouds,
I take in a breath fore i am so fortunate to have another.
The light of morning is shown to my ageing eyes,
Everyday i am grateful to see the sky, feel the wind go by.
Walking along the streets, through the park many sights,
This is my everyday, the birds visit my yard, nature plays.
To love and be loved is hoped for in ones life, a blessing,
Everyday holds no guarantees of anything but we keep the faith.
Everyday will not be forever, not until we travel off to heaven.