The Gift Of Life Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Gift Of Life

The edge is here, a line unseen,
I thought I'd never stand between.
A long road walked, with sun and rain,
Joy kissed my face, then sorrow's pain.

Illness came, a scary guest,
Then left, and put me to the test.
Like extra time, the game goes on,
A bonus life, when hope was gone.

Each breath, a gift, a reason why,
I see the blue, I feel the sky.
For all I've known, the good, the bad,
I'm thankful, truly, deeply glad.

The years ahead, a canvas bright,
I'm ready now, with all my might.
For new adventures, waiting near,
No longer bound by doubt or fear.

Sunday, April 12, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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