Each New Day

Each New Day

What do I bring to each new day?
A trail of notes and books 
I keep for comfort;
a rarely played guitar
filled with unsung songs;
an angry sadness
at each cruelty
so easily committed
and dismissed;

but, most of all,
the love I have for you,
your bright laughter
filling each day with light.
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Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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