there are a few beams of sunlight
resting on my leg
as the final hour of work pours in
and I wonder about my friend
and where the time will happen again
to say the few words of hope
that a long day of struggle
and effort wrenches out of
a soul that can only give
so much before the worn-down
tiredness wins
each day you open your eyes is
greeted by the knowledge
that to be right here right now
is a gift that not everyone understands
and you know as well as I do
if life is like a slowly dying plant
then each flower is vital
and needs to be appreciated
because
life is a slowly growing tree
and though you cannot see its growth happening
it is no less valued in its
incredible aged beauty
endless and limited in its own way
as we all are…
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