EACH DAY, A GIFT
Awake In the morning to the rising sun,
To 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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This hit me hard Keith considering I lost one of my closest friends in a car accident 2 days ago. While reading this, I could hear his voice. This was a phenomenal read!
My brother’s wife passed away last week and an old friend died also. shocking.
On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 9:23 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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life is fleeting for sure.
Thanks for reading.
On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 7:37 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Very relatable. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading.
Words of, great, wisdom there…
Thanks so much.
On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 2:28 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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True and excellent writing.
Thanks for reading.
So true and beautiful from the heart.
Thanks so much
On Tue, Aug 18, 2020 at 7:43 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Thanks for reading.