ANOTHER DAY

I’ve been given another day
To work,love, or waste it away.
It’s my choice
And there’s no pressure
from any source.
Should I undo any wrongs I’ve done?
I’ll never fill my bucket
With good deeds.
So why the bonus day,
When I see others more likely
To do good?
There are doctors, lawyers,
Mechanics, Ordinary guys,
Who serve others without asking why.
So why am I given this bonus day?
What makes me special?
I have no answers that suffice,
But my heart is warm and will melt
Any ice
That I encounter today.
Hello, welcome to my world.
There’s always room for another friend.
Tomorrow, I’ll love and laugh
And welcome another day
If one should happen to come my way.

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