myron (r.i.p.)
i appreciate it more,
even hands and feet sore.
weary heart and bones,
still here to explore.
i love it twice,
even living in lies.
like rolling the dice,
still here to rise.
i thank it now,
even with fear, doubts,
disbelief, grim faces show.
still here to grow.
i pray to thee,
even i don't see.
miracles of our lives,
still here to glee.
arpee'10
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