God's given me another day
To go to work, stay home and play
To walk, a dog, run, jog or hike
Sit on a bus or mountain bike
After good rest throughout the night
I see dawn's light with great delight
Small smears to clean, small wrongs to right
Add colours to life's black and white
I'll pick a pen or hold a mic
The world's my stagel. Does life, rehearse?
Thank Gods, parents, the universe
I'll crystallise it all in verse
I hear small bees, see big oak trees
Gardens, ponds, parks, date palms all please
So much to paint, snap, write and see
Big world of joy - for little me.
-ends-
I changed the negative line 'Cradle to grave, from crib to hearse'
to the line of the idea I had missed out, 'God ,,, (or just),the universe'.
I changed the universally relevant line
'sit on a bus or wheel a bike', because it was mundane,
to the more visual and fun 'open top bus or mountain bike'?
'Open top bus or mountain bike'
As usual I have stuck to eight syllables per line.
I took from 6 am to 6.23 to type up what I had thought about for half an hour. I had to get up early to capture it. at 7.40 am I have had breakfast, edited, moved a verse and added photos.
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