Each Day I Die A Little More Poem by Ron Schmidt

Each day I die a little more
I awake to find I'm a little older and closer to the floor.
I give thanks for another day, how I pray
And the hope that I can do some good today
I shall accept what God gives me, knowledge, wisdom and more
To make a difference for others before they close my casket door
May I always be remembered for all the good I've done
Providing a better life for several, and then some
The puzzle of life is beginning to be completed now
I know what lies ahead
The goals that I've created
Are becoming reality instead
Oh how I wished that I had foresight when I was younger
To have done everything before
All the dark days that I've had to have, and the unfortunate experience for which I regret
And only wished I could have avoided the trouble that I've created for all
But giving up was never part of my vocabulary, neither now, nor ever
For The Lord brought me out of the darkness and the light shining on me once more
So I will continue to walk the path that will lead to my ultimate goal
that is to be with the Lord forever more
This life is but a test, and I hope to pass with honors
But after failing many times
I know that my life is to help others
become better than before, and maybe they will in turn help others
For each day that I live...
I am dying a little more.