My race of life is not yet run,
With miles to go before I sleep.*
While during loss I sometimes weep,
Much joy and laughter have I won!
I’m thankful for each day begun;
For night, to enter wisdom’s wood.
My life unfolds just as it should,
Yes, even when I cannot tell.
The Universe does all things well!
Before I sleep, I wake to good!

*From
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.

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My Decima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) in the B rhyme line.