Delight In A Day

Delight In A Day short poem

Photo by C Jill Reed

Delight in a day that’s been borrowed to you
Your life, a dream it’s given to you, all in a day you say thank you.
The children their laughter heart melting and true.
A thought that’s been given to you, a momentary wonder of what to do.
Thank you this day has been given to you.
The sunshine, the rain, wind and even bleak view, all on lend just for you.
Nice things you maybe have are nice too, but only on lend so enjoy them too.
Disaster and death are all true too, their lessons and meaning, an experience too.
To enjoy this day that’s given to you, look inside and give to someone new

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Alexandra Rose

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First time I've had the courage to put my poetry out there.I like it, another thing off my bucket list.
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