MOST DAYS
MOST DAYS
most days,
I graze
with my mind.
most hours,
I reflect
of what has been before.
most times,
I wonder
what could I ‘ve tried?
most wakening moments,
I anticipate!
new beginnings and brand-new days.
most setting suns,
I praise!
and thank my God I’m alive.
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