Some Days
Some days
Are a nice sail through the ocean
But some
Are like a hurricane ripping through a town
And some
Are a bumpy road with potholes.
You never get to choose
Every morning
You wake up
With a new hand of cards
Enjoy the sail
Take cover for the hurricane
And think of the great places
That bumpy road can take you.
Keep going, hang on,
And know, there’s more.
Good or bad?
Who knows, but either way…
You’re prepared.
You got this, we got this.
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The last line seals the deal…