By
Bud Lemire
You never know what will come your way
The day could bring you anything
You never know what it will bring
I flow along in time, just like a book
I let it take me, to where it will go
What will be, is what it will show
It will present itself at any time
To pass it by would be a crime
I look real closely at what I see
I gather thoughts on what it means to me
Not all things remain the same
If it did it would be a shame
To make each day special on its own
It must be different, for each thing shown
Changes in every day you live
You must take from, but also give
A new beginning, a new end
A special moment that you can spend
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