Each morning I wake, to sunlight or a soft gray
I wonder what will now become of this day.
Choosing to live, I must ready myself
for anything less remains on a shelf.
A place where forgotten lives will live
those abandoned, without chance to give
back to the world around them a release,
a passing of the torch, a bit of peace.
© Thom Amundsen 11/2021
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