Our Book of Life
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Each new day, one new leaf;
book of life, joy, or grief.
As each drifts to our pile
pray it's stamped with a smile.
One new yarn- spun each day;
planned or not, hope it may
fill our page with a prize,
not with sad tears or sighs.
We can't change each day's tale;
once it's done, pass or fail.
Good or bad, we must pray
for more hope the next day.
Hope is strength, the prime key;
do our best- try to see-
new day's glass as half filled.
On that thought, we can build.
Faith in hope gives us might-
to bear days packed with plight;
to cheer those full and rife.
So grows our book of life.
February 7, 2018
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Late March
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 03/24/2018
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written In February
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 02/27/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: 120 Words
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 02/10/2018
Monosyllabic (one-syllable words only)
6 words per line only
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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