Making the Best of Each Day author unknown
Outside my window, a new day I see
And only I can determine what kind of a day it will be.
It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay,
Or boring and cold, unhappy and grey.
My own state of mid is the determining key,
For I am the only person I let myself be.
I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help,
Or be selfish and think just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun,
Or gripe and complain and make it hard on someone.
I can be patient with those who may not understand,
Or belittle and hurt them as much as I can.
But I have faith in myself, and believe what I say,
And personally intend to make the best of each day.
After my daddy passed away, we found this poem tucked away among cards, letters,and notes that he had saved throughout the years. Because he saved it I know that it was important to him. I believe that it has been his mantra . He made every day of his 70 years upon this Earth the best for himself and all those who came into his life!!
Outside my window, a new day I see
And only I can determine what kind of a day it will be.
It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay,
Or boring and cold, unhappy and grey.
My own state of mid is the determining key,
For I am the only person I let myself be.
I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help,
Or be selfish and think just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun,
Or gripe and complain and make it hard on someone.
I can be patient with those who may not understand,
Or belittle and hurt them as much as I can.
But I have faith in myself, and believe what I say,
And personally intend to make the best of each day.
After my daddy passed away, we found this poem tucked away among cards, letters,and notes that he had saved throughout the years. Because he saved it I know that it was important to him. I believe that it has been his mantra . He made every day of his 70 years upon this Earth the best for himself and all those who came into his life!!
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