Posted in Life, Prose

Calling, My Bed Is

Today of all days

is now yesterday of no days

 

What I might have done correctly

-and who I might have treated kindly

-and those who have felt my love rain down

-and thinking of someone, and someone again,

 

-Are all things, that now have passed

away from the day, which is today,

giving me a chance, anew

 

-to make the wrongs

-right, and treat others kindly

-and to think of someone, a time and again

-and to let my love rain down,

-and to let my face shine upwards to the skies

-and to remind me of living, another chance

another day to do so,

 

Another day of life…..

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