Imagine

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

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