Things didn't look so bad.
Today I shared with someone else,
A little bit of hope I had.
Today I worked with what I had,
And longed for nothing more,
And what had seemed like only weeds,
Were flowers at my door.
Today I loved a little more,
And complained a little less.
And in the giving of myself,
I forgot my weariness.
~ author unknown ~
And complained a little less.
And in the giving of myself,
I forgot my weariness.
~ author unknown ~
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