Reflection
What does not kill us…
Allows us to live;
To live out our nights,
And to dream of our days.
The days we will be,
Young again.
Young enough
To know what is right,
Enough to practice
What is wrong.
We will ask for forgiveness,
Repenting in old age,
But for now—
We live;
Live each breath,
As if it were a gift.
When we awake tomorrow,
That first look taken
In the mirror;
Reflect for a moment,
For we will not regret a lifetime.
