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When will I get to the point where every day is precious? Dec. 21, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 21, 2024
  • 1 min read

I hear it from survivors of cancer

and other death-defiers of disease


I see it in near-death experiencers and

the old simply nearing the end


how they live the definition of precious

something valuable not to be treated carelessly

and tiptoe through seconds linger

in minutes and reach the hour

knowing the day’s just begun


they take time to be a warm presence

hand out love quietly to the world

giving back more than what was taken


it appears to occur when

they have next to nothing

then realize something


life itself is the diamond

the only unreturnable gift


 
 
 

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