september

July 2, 2012

september 1976, day i was born didnt feel the moment of scorn came out of my mother's womb didnt feel like i was bury in a tomb my eyes opened up to life my existance didnt struggle that was full of trife my 1st time i was able to walk my 1st time i was able to talk each year i make it to september, it is a blessing from god i give my glory knowing we are never promise tomorrow so what happen to my calls wishing me a happy birthday?

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MVP-Most Valuable PoetAug 10, 2012

thanks for the support its about being thankful the life that we live-always make the best of it and always remember that there is someone going through worse than ourselves check out my other poems

jwienerAug 10, 2012

We all realize at some point in our lives that each day we live is valuable and we should be thankful for each moment that we have. This poem describes what this revelation feels like, especially in the line "i give my glory knowing we are never promise tomorrow."