somehow I have gotten so bad about remembering to do this lately...
"Days"
For years I have woken each morning
To a new day full of opportunity.
How many more days, weeks, months, years
Might I be allowed to experience that joy
Of waking up, alive and breathing?
I shall cherish each and every one.
"Defrost"
Fog on my windshield is
Dangerous.
It makes my sight much worse than it should be,
So I wonder if I'll hit something.
I pray that I won't,
And turn on the defroster
ASAP.
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