Saturday, November 13, 2021

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.

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