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) (
Online) - Published: September 6th, 2026 01:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Enjoy every day.
- Category: Reflection
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