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One More Day
I thank my God when I arise
for one more day. This sweet surprise,
is more than I deserve. That gift, I praise
most eloquent on sunny days,
but often when the sun is veiled
by clouds of dismal gray, I’ve failed
to show my thanks, ungrateful for
the lesser day. My spirits soar
when perfect day replaces night,
but why do I need a day so bright
to know I have a double blessing?
The gloomy day, presents a testing
crucible, where I can repay
creation tax for one more day.
Gerald Bosacker, poet and tale teller lives in Arkansas, retired from the corporate
world where he was miscast as Vice President of a large chemical company. He now does penance
for his sins against the environment with his anti-war activism and poetry.
Email: Gerald Bosacker
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