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Obsessed, Am I Going To See Another Day
Yes, I'm obsessed, blessed,to be woken by the sunshine peeking in my window, touching my face as I lie in bed, it tells me, "Good morning sleepyhead, time to start the day." With happiness of life still running through my veins, aches and pains, I smile knowing I am still alive. I sit up on my own, old and gray, and touch the cold floor beneath my bare feet and stay, I stretch my arms and legs, and then I pray, "Thank you Lord for another day." , then I dress. Opening the door, I step outside into the world, and breathe the mirth of greeting nature's lullabies, pleasant fragrance of dewy garden wreaths, and silent lawn beneath the shade of trees. I gaze up to the pale blue sky, and watch a flock of birds fly across, while a wisp of clouds meander by. Watch the breeze flow, running its tendrils through the golden field at bay leaving a wave of ripples along the way, spiraling around anything that stands wanting to play. As the sun slowly goes to rest, the moon takes his place. I sit on the front porch in my old rocking chair, wrapped warm from the cool night air, and watch the trembling stars. It all worms its way into my heart, from dawn until dusk bringing a warmhearted smile. I am blessed, to face another day I do obsess if I'm going to see another day 7/22/2017
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