The Light- a poem

LIFE is ever complicated

At its very best,

Yet it seems we fail to see

That we are still quite blessed.

FOR if you stop to realize,

Tomorrow is a gift.

Just waiting as a page in turn

For you to come and lift.

AND on that page, it’s up to you

What story you will write?

For even on a cloudy day,

You still can bring the light.

Retm

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