Being me
Has grown simpler
Through time’s grace,
Gifting my heart
With something
New every day
To repeat each
Wonderful blessing
With joy
Being me
Has grown simpler
Through time’s grace,
Gifting my heart
With something
New every day
To repeat each
Wonderful blessing
With joy
That’s the wonderful thing about growing older, blessings are more recognizable and the value of life more clear so that the desire to share becomes larger, and more sincere. Wonderful poem!
Thank you!