Each day I die a little more
I awake to find I'm a little older and closer to the floor.
I give thanks for another day, how I pray
And the hope that I can do some good today
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I love the title and very nice poem with great sense i feel yes dear, God knows what is happened to us we may see it black but actually it could be colorful without we know always have good impression on Him first...great work_Soul
An excellent poem on aging and maturing, Ron! You speak so eloquently here with honesty and openness, it is a breath of fresh air to realize other people think of helping others before their final days have ended! ! Great poem, Ron! Thank you for sharing it, RoseAnn