Our days are bounded by our dream as night is bounded by the stars;
Our world expands or shrinks in size as it is seen through hopeful eyes.
Each hour of Life begins and ends in minutes that so soon are gone;
To capture one and hold it fast is but a whim and cannot last.
The golden minutes we would keep are fleeting just as all the rest;
The mournful minutes stretch and grow; yet sixty seconds each they hold.
When nighttime flees we come awake to find another chance awaits;
The morning brings us hours to use; how they are filled is ours to choose.
With hopeful hearts our days evolve from black of night to bloom of day;
And whether such is gold or bleak depends on how we act and speak.
Thus, form your day howe’er you will, for what we do reflects our soul;
Giving to others what we seek returns to us a Life unique.
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Lola R. Eagle is a free-lance writer, author and poet living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Her work has been published in national magazines, anthologies, and on-line sites, as well as her own books — From the Eye of an Eagle and More Visions in Verse.”
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