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Each Day A Life

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I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.

With eager eyes I greet the morn,
Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
To wonder and to joy.

And when the sunset splendours wane
And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
Exultantly I die.

O that all Life were but a Day
Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
"I sleep to wake again."
Elinor Perfect Mawson 06 October 2020
This poem was read at my father's committal service, and I loved it! I've looked for it ever since and just happened to use the keyword Exultant and found it. I plan to have it read at my own committal service since it represents my feelings exactly.
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