Monday Evening

Photo by Wim Arys on Unsplash

I sit here night after night
counting my wrongs
And things I should make right.

I hear a pull in the distance.
A voice that’s been consistently persistent.
Like a far away song
yet I still get the message wrong.

But every day is another day to improve. Another
day to keep the fire burning in my eyes.
Gratefulness may be the meaning of life.