Poetry

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A sunny day, clear skies, the road ahead is bright
Music plays, laughs are heard, all are alert
On we go, all looks well, no danger in sight
This is what is called a normal day, an average time

Slowly the sun fades away, the sky darkens, the road ahead is dull
The radio is off, breathing is heard, all are fatigued
I fight on, in spite of uncertainty, hope almost slipping away
This is what is called a bad day – a day wasted

No day is special, there are no highlights
With sound or without, the noise is either too loud or too low
If I go “It’s too far,” if I stay “I hate it here” it doesn’t matter the company
My days seem too seldom to be meaningful

How ungrateful I am! How never satisfied
I overlook the beauty of what I hear and the splendor of quiet life
Along my journey I forget, at times, where I have been and I need a reminder every now and then
Today however, I will declare that this is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it!

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