It's a new day
Children are born
And leaves continue to fall
As I reap my harvest
I am less aware of the fruits I don't have
And more aware of the roots that provide
My harvest may be small
But I have a reason to rise each day
Work to do and lives to touch
And while I may never have a family of my own
I've lost enough leaves to be grateful
For those I have left
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