Another Day - Poem by JOE ORLANDO

So here I sit just like before,
Another Day has turned to night,
I ask the Spirt nothing more,
Than Another Day to bring the fight,

Life is such a fleeting gift,
I’ll cherish every breath,
And whatever I am asked to lift,
I’ll try to lift without regret,

‘Cause it could end without my say,
It would come as no surprise,
I see it happen every day,
So I will choose my battles wise,

The petty things that make me blind,
To the things that mean the most,
Will be the things I put behind,
Lest I become the ghost,

There is no guarantee I’ll see,
Dawn on Another Day,
So when I close my eyes to sleep,
I’ll give a bit and pray,

That I will be just one who’s blessed,
With Another Day to face the grind,
Another Day to be the stressed,
To be the one who’s oft maligned,

And if I am bestowed as one,
With Another Day to state my case,
I will gladly set and run,
And be thankful for the race,

Because Another Day will pass,
It’s what they always do,
But will I be inside of the glass?
Or on the outside looking through?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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