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I Get It Now - May 19, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 18, 2024
  • 1 min read

each day the songbirds of dawn

point their melodies east

to worship the new light

 

I think we older folks

started to get it after taking

years  decades for granted

to hum a tune each morning

 

each as precious as

a hundred earlier ones

lived in a blur  too fast

and never thrown into memory

 

now we know our last one

will probably be cherished the most

 

for its brevity

and

intense gratitude

 
 
 

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