I spent the morning pondering
If I should carry on;
Some days it’s hard to find the source
From which the words are drawn.
But, then a few thoughts crossed my mind
And my doubts soon were gone.
I thought of friends who read each day,
The insights that they raise;
The friend who shared her photographs
To brighten up a praise;
And those who call to check on me
On those forlorn praise days.
I saw their faces, felt their words,
And clearly understood
Though my praises may help them some
My friends do me such good
And they are clearly why I write.
They’re why you thought I should.
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