Lost Day

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    Lost Day

    I lost a day,
    I gained my life.
    I went to sleep at home,
    I woke up in a hospital.
    I went to sleep to die,
    I woke up to stay alive.
    I went to sleep with out hope,
    I awoke with hope in Christ.
    I went to sleep alone,
    I awoke. Now I'm going home.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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