Be Proud

Sunlight streaks across the floor With Autumn just outside my door And blue sky stretching overhead. Fall’s holding on by just a thread. As Winter’s ice hangs in the air And dry leaves scatter everywhere I think about the year gone by, The many things I couldn’t try And all the ways we learned to cope. We shed our tears yet learned to hope. So many things that came to be Showed us our true humanity. So let the seasons spin around. Be proud of all the things we’ve found And all the things that we have done To make each day a special one. Pam H. Murray