Learning To Live

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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