Ordinary Day

Yesterday was an ordinary day
if such a thing exists.
The older I get
the more I realize
how extraordinary life is.

What is ordinary about
another opportunity to
enjoy each thing that I do?
My contentment changes
everything into a wonder for me.

I sweep the floor
listen to the birds sing
go for a walk at sunset
watch the clouds
repaint themselves as
moments pass, read a book
talk with a friend–each
ordinary moment so very special
when wrapped in serenity.

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