Planning Out My Day Poem by Richard Lackman

I'm laying here in bed one morning planning out my day.
I think I know how it will go and think I know the way
But then I think I'm not so sure and have my doubts about it
And realized my plan was gone and had to go without it
And so it is that life assures so little that we do
Yet every day we live we are among the privileged few
Who watch the planets spinning and who feel the gentle breeze
And as long as we are healthy do exactly as we please
So thank the Lord for all you have and all the things you are
Eternity is closing in and really not that far