No matter how many times I pull through,

breathing easy on occasion as I do what I do

I see that these lives of ours turn on a dime

and good god almighty,  it’s just a matter of time

I’ve occasion to marvel, at how well we cope

day after day with some fragments of hope

by the skin of our teeth, at the end of our rope

You’d think we’d all snap

but, mostly, we don’t

It’s astonishing and puzzling

and admirable, I’d say,

May we not complicate tomorrow

May we live for this day







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