One day at a time, the hours slow and steep,
Like quiet rivers drifting toward the sea.
Each dawn arrives, unclaimed, untouched by sleep,
A gift unwrapped, a page of mystery.
The past is sealed, no hand can shift its weight,
Its shadow fades as morning calls us near;
And future dreams, those seeds of distant fate,
Bloom not in worry, but in moments here.
So take today, as gentle as a breath,
And walk its winding path with tender care;
For in each step, we hold life’s birth and death,
In simple acts, a hope beyond compare.
Let’s keep our stride with humble hearts aligned,
One day at a time, in grace and peace combined.
GoldiePoetry 