The Best Day

Sometimes, our love is biggest when
Our dreams are very small;
When all we want’s some living space:
A bedroom, and a hall —

We find such satisfaction when
We’ve still no cause to boast,
‘Cause things and expectations aren’t
The stuff that matters most

The best day that I ever had
Was not on “News at Five” —
Just spent in simple gratitude
And glad to be
Alive

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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