Every morning when we wake,
There’s no way for us to know
Which direction we will take
Or how the day will ebb and flow.
Maybe someone’s feeling sick
Or possibly, the car won’t start.
Stressors wait - just make your pick,
For they can tear your world apart.
Or you’ll get the greatest news
And there’ll be smiles and shouts and hugs.
Sadly, we don’t get to choose
Among the highs and lows and shrugs.
Yet we deal with what we get
And somehow, through it all, we cope
Because our fortune’s never set
And for tomorrow - there is hope.
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