The Makings of My Day

It's not just the sun kissing my cheek and brightening my eyes

It's not just the chime that tells me someone is thinking about me

It's not just the wind flying beneath me as I ride down the hill on my bike

It's not just the music that fills my heart and mind

It,s not just the sudden urge to bust a move

 

It's the grace and mercy of God 

This poem is about: 
Me

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