Each day of life is a day
for truly living,
to be spent enjoying each
second of time,
joys and sorrows, love
constantly giving,
happiness is no more than a
state of mind.
Stones skipping across the
waters of a lake,
cause ripples to reach the
far distant shore,
essence of life comes from
what we make,
enjoy each day before death
hits your door.
Memories are created from
yesterday’s past,
moments of laughter, to
silence ever so sad,
with each day’s passing
nothing made to last,
live life happy and try to
never ever get mad.
Each new day brings another
chance and hope,
but passes so quickly into
different tomorrow,
reality mixes fantasy and
illusions just to cope,
so we won’t surrender to
sadness and sorrow.
The warmth of the sun in the
brightness of day,
skies of blue, rolling hills
with all the flowers,
cherished miracles will
often come you way,
birds of flight, the warmth
of April’s showers.