EACH DAY, A GIFT

EACH DAY, A GIFT

Awake In the morning to the rising sun,

Too bed at night like a promise that It’s forever.

All things’ that we do or see or expect each day,

Are a temporary experience In this world to be.

Imagine one day no more will we exist,

Life down here will continue, by some we shall be missed.

Our spirits’ will move on to some other plane,

Take comfort knowing that we’ll be joined by loved’ ones

On another new day.

Each day, a gift handed down to us from above,

Never knowing how many till we awake no more.

Keith Garrett

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