One day bleeds into the next
Tired, worn, thoroughly depressed
Somehow one day turns itself around
Becomes something so profound
Gratitude exudes from every moment
For the simple things that adorn it
Trying to pry it out from the rest
Not knowing which tool is best:
Prybar, screwdriver, crowbar, or stick of wood
Tell me, which one would
Help remember it without slipping it into THE PAST
Help keep things alive before it bleeds away
Before it becomes just another day