Gifts Poem by George Aul

Gifts



A day comes, and a day goes,
light turns to dark in an instant,
the chores of the day now complete,
the body slows its own rhythm,
the thousands of thoughts are retired,
the mind sinks slowly into the abyss,
all that was will be new tomorrow-
new thoughts, new chances, new life,
the gifts of a promise-
a promise fulfilled with each new sunrise.

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