~~ TODAY ~~

Daily something comes and goes to touch my life somehow,
To bring a piece of natureís wealth so Iím waiting now,
To see what this day brings to me as I sit beneath a bough,
Which shades me from the heat and cools my aged brow.

I hear a fluted melody from the wild and wooded land,
And see a flower growing untouched by human hand,
Where ants work to build a home from fine golden sand,
While feeling gentle breezes caress me like a silken fan.

Sky of many colours with clouds of cotton floating by,
Touch my eyes in such a way I cannot suppress a sigh,
Of peace and contentment though my years seem to fly,
I feel as a child and hum a sweet and haunting lullaby.

Rain comes to say hello to me on this day while I await,
A visit from a friend walking through my creaking gate,
To sit awhile and pass the time before the day grows late,
This makes any sorrow I may have in me, swiftly, abate.

Today will never come again so I must make the most if it,
In the chair beneath me which is the place I often sit,
To take in all nature has to give, itís seat worn to a perfect fit,
Tomorrow I may not have the chance to sit and rest a bit.

Today I treasure what comes my way, I welcome every test,
And if tomorrow does not come I will have had the best,
I rode the waves of life high upon itís wondrous crest,
And tasted all lifeís bounty before I was laid to rest.

© Norma Marek ~ 20 July 2000

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