Each Day

“Each Day”, A Life by Robert William Service

I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.

With eager eyes I greet the morn,
Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
To wonder and to joy.

And when the sunset splendours wane
And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
Exultantly I die.

O that all Life were but a Day
Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
“I sleep to wake again.”

Each day you have on earth is a precious privilege. It matters not if your circumstances are painfully limited or ripe with opportunity, each day affords you the chance to live fully within the confines of your present circumstances. Each day will comes just as surely as the sun rises and sets, but it is up to you – entirely up to you! – as to whether or not you will assume personal responsibility for the precious string of little lives given to you, day in and day out.

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