The Days Grow Long

I see days grow long at night.
Each morning passes quickly.

As the afternoon grows older,
I am grateful for the changing seasons.
Before today they were merely inconveniences.
Now I look forward to their every surprise.

My mind wanders through life.
I am a friend of love and hope.
Today I welcome every day’s changes.
Today I don’t need to complain.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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