As I wake up on Morning,
with the sun rising from the east.
I always ask myself what life holds for me today.
Everyday is a mystery,
From what we do, eat and think.
Sometimes I wonder,
How I’m go to make it?
But as the sun set in the West,
Over the Hills and Valley ,
I saw what the day had held.
“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
― Woody Allen