Brigid Faye, Reader

Another sunset

Another song sung 

Another day lived.

So easy to take for granted 

All the days that I’ve had 

All the good and the bad. 

The bad are the lessons

The good are rewards.

The days keep passing 

The sun behind woods 

And the birds keep on singing 

And I keep on living,

Because the next sunset 

Could be the very best one 

And if it’s not 

I won’t want 

For a different one 

Because they’re all important 

All the days matter 

Everyday I matter 

How I love to be matter. 

How I love all the small things.

And sunset is one.