New Day

When I wake in the morning,
I’d like to be
Eager and ready
A new day to see.

To the lives around me
A joy to impart,
That through adversity
Buoys up the heart.

I’d like to see the possibilities
Each moment holds,
So I see my hours
Not as ashes but gold.

To end my day satisfied
With each task that’s complete
And retire grateful
For renewing sleep.

And wake yawning and stretching
And smiling at dawn
And never once weeping
For things that are gone.