We celebrate that which uplifts,
With a premeditated anticipation.
And that which we should treasure most of all,
Is taken for granted.
Until a threat comes with a showing done,
Of a possibility...
Our lives 'given' to us,
Becomes 'from' us prematurely taken.
And everyday given few can honestly say...
They awaken feeling a gratefulness,
To celebrate as if what we have...
Has a worth more valued,
Than any twinkling of bling.
And yet...
We seem to less treasure it.
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