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The Gift of a Day

How much we take for granted Our rousing each and every morn Whilst yet forgetting the many Who not quite unlike ourselves Did enounce "See you tomorrow" Only to exit the stage before the play is done. How many times do we pause, take time To appreciate the gift a given day is Embrace each day like it's the very last Treat people alike, no different from self Smile, like it the latest anti-ageing cure And let that smile warm someone else's heart. How often do we give a comforting hug Not only when such a need is called upon To not speed through each and e'ry day Chasing what we presume of great import Whilst yet greatly missing and losing out On the blessings encountered each, everyday. Appreciate every single moment From the time the lids come open Rejoicing in yet another gift given To go about each and e'ry task With a renewed sense of purpose To fully enjoy the gift of every single day. Enjoy the fact that we have life And with it, having been gifted a new day Refuse to focus on the impending storm Which may really never come Appreciate instead every ray of the sun Storing to enjoy should gloom choose to visit. Consider the pains we a-times experience As pointers for us to stop and take stock Yes stop, and actually do take a rest Close the eyes, lie still and savour time Knowing without a sliver of any doubt That it be the greatest gift ever received. Notice the weather, the season changes Sunrise and sunset, heat, dry and cold Appreciate the skies, colours and shapes For it indeed requires creative ingenuity To ensure innumerable differences Exist in absolute harmony. Listen to conversations and give no voice Let the many voices that a-times surround Wash over pleasantly like the waves of the sea See the smiles, the expressions of affection See the pain and anger which exist too and see truth so clearly so as to recognise untruth. And like a polaroid picture streaming Look on the past, and that without regrets Let it be your choice, one you make To refuse to just pass through time Instead live life, and live it full See the gift of a day...Any day...Everyday.

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