What is so special about the day
Merrily lost in thoughts I sway
Is it something good that was
Or has it gone the other way?
As I sit, smile and write
Quietly amidst the many faces
Doesn't quite matter which way it went
As long as it was well spent.
What good is to be done
How bad can it get
The whole point is to
Go out there and play your bet!
And so I have played mine
To the best I knew
And hence the smile
Of having seen it through.
As I retire for the day
Tomorrow is a new bet
A day at a time
Is the simplest it can get!
Better half and insignificant others.
5 years ago
1 comment:
so true and just what i wanted to read, to make me feel good about the day that has been, and the days yet to come. nice and simple.
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