I become a few moments stronger each day,
when life teaches me a new lesson, a new way.
I grow a few inches taller each day,
when people trip me over and throw pebbles on the way.
I live a few seconds longer each day,
when parents and friends send blessings my way.
I treasure a few extra memories each day,
when my heart skips a beat for him that way.
I spend a few precious tears each day,
when a loved one stops caring a certain way.
I die a little bit more inside each day,
when hopes and dreams dont find its way.
But most of all, I look forward to each day,
when I know its what makes me..ME in every way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice gentle pope with an optimistic message