How Often
My eyes to see
Or arms to carry my son
How often do I wake up like it's the first day of my life
And spend it as though it's my last
How often do I notice the vibrant colors of life beaming from a rose
Or camouflaging a snow leopard
Life is too short wise elders say
And yet I treat tomorrows like everydays
Tomorrow perhaps will be the day I stop taking time for granted
Experience life through my feet
Tomorrow perhaps will be the day the colors of life flow through me
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