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
keithgarrettpoetry 
Amazing!
Thank you for reading
On Fri, Jul 7, 2017 at 7:55 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Appreciating everyday, my friend.
Going to rehab at hospital and swimming each day.
On Fri, Jul 7, 2017 at 11:23 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Blessings to you, Keith.
Each day a gift. Each moment a gift. The gift is seen through the eyes of the heart. Thank you for sharing. Ray
You’re welcome.
On Fri, Jul 7, 2017 at 11:48 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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True words and very nicely you have tied them up.
Love this! Life is a gift and we should cherish every moment.
Thank you for reading
On Sat, Jul 8, 2017 at 8:49 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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