Each day holds something,
Something to be grateful for.
It may just be the air that you breathe
As you rise each morning.
It could be the sun or the moon
Shining on your life.
Gratitude is not always grand
As it lives quietly,
Quietly in those small moments,
Those small moments that make,
That make your life beautiful.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Enjoy every day.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments9
Hey this is a really cool poem. Keep it coming
Most kind Abhijith, thank you.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
one day it will be our last day
But not yet Norman.
Andy
hopefully my friend
enjoyed very muchly ... Gratitude is not always grand .. I shall remember those words for a very long time indeed sir .. Neville
So kind Neville, thank you so much.
Andy
This write Andy reminds me that one must be aware of one's environment to be grateful of it. It is that awareness that we are loosing in this complicated world where habit and routine take over. Well said and good advice
Very true soren, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
It changes not, every new day a fresh offering! Cheer Andy. 👍🏻🕊️
Always, R
so kind Rik, thank you.
Andy
Tremendous.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
agree wholeheartedly with you - a thought provoking message..
Thank you Nafisa, much appreciated.
Andy
Thanks for sharing ✌️💐
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