January 7, 2022
Each life’s a biography etched over time,
Each day a narrative, sometimes in rhyme.
Each line is written by actions we take,
Some of them good, some we deem a mistake.
Some days bring us closure a chapter will end,
A time to reflect, let a new phase begin.
Life can’t be edited, changed, or erased.
Time marches forward, it cannot be chased.
The future’s not written, it’s something we write.
I pray up ahead that the sunshine is bright.
Each day that I live I pray something I do
Helps someone discover their story’s not through.
There’s more to be written each day that we live.
The pages are gilded by love that we give.