Sleep awaits, and there’s no guarantee
that you’ll awaken from your slumber.
But you rest anyway, hoping the day ends
and the new one picks up the pace.
It would be a slap in the face
if you don’t make it until morning.
It happens without warning,
so be prepared (and don’t be scared)
what tomorrow may be giving.
For as long as you are living,
each new tomorrow is a gift.
So lift yourself daily and gaily proclaim,
“Each day from here after,
I’ll have another just the same.”
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 13: Regularly