Thankful short poem

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I hate that feeling when I open my eyes,
I hold my breath in dread,
Will today be a morning to rise,
Or will I just stay in my bed?

I make my plans in hope that I,
Will be able to follow them through,
I pray to God that I can comply,
In all that I want to do.

My fight is just one day at a time,
Sometimes good,sometimes bad,
I tell myself I’m going to be fine,
If ever I find myself sad.

I’m not quite sure until I wake,
Just how my day’s going to go,
I hope so much the plans I make,
Will allow my mind to slow.

I guess the truth is I should try,
To look at things this way,
Some people had to say goodbye,
And will not wake up today.

So every time I open my eyes,
I will thank the Lord up above,
For giving me another day to rise,
To be with all the people I love.

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