The Present Poem by Richard McClellan
The Present
As the sun rises,
awaken to meet the day,
one's first thought,
what's gifted my way,
as each hour slips by,
one by one, to two,
each one to appreciate,
waste not to endure,
the past is no gift,
you know that so,
the past is a memory,
that's recalled, so n' so,
minute by minute,
as each comes forth,
the gift is no past,
its the present of course!
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4/26/2024 9:50:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Again...this poem speaks to my inner feelings on life. I absolutely feel that every morning I awaken it is a gift from God. When he allows me to experience the adventure of another day, he has given me a great gift. What I choose to do with that gift is primarily up to me. Although some days may be challenging, they are still great gifts!