Chugging along

And then there are the days 

Where we’re just chugging along, 

Carrying what we’ve been asked or told to carry; 

Gray days, when the colors of our lives 

Have been leached out 

 And everything’s dominated by routine — 

And yet, there is still air, and light, 

And as we work we breathe, and breathe again, 

And look around us and within; 

Seek out what light there is and know 

This,too, shall pass, 

 And tomorrow will be new again.