My Day
"What did I do today,
For it has vanished I’m afraid
Important moments I had planned
But I’m holding nothing tangible in my hand
There was hope and excitement this morning,
And my afternoon was absolutely not boring
But as evening falls,
I have trouble to recall
Exactly what became of my day,
Nothing definitive I can say
No lotteries won,
Or celebrations of fun
Just surfing the net,
For jobs to get
Connecting with those I know,
Interrupting my moms TV show
Mentally focused on my life plan,
Reassured myself that I can
Figure out what will be,
And there will be days like these
So even if nothing physically has moved,
I have accomplished a lot that I can prove.
I am one day closer to God,
And on this earth I live in awe
Of its beauty and hope it gives to me,
For each day is a gift you see
Of moments of time each day offers,
To collect and save in our coffers
For everyday has a reward for us,
As God has planned and we to trust"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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