Ode to Living Each Day As It Comes

Not so long ago or very far away

I used to plan and peck and analyze

every single day

My life was not spontaneous

My life had little joy

But I believe that this all changed

around the time I had a little boy

For then life came much faster

I had not time to plan

I had to get used to

taking things at hand

And then there came another

and with chaos I've been hit

I admit at times

I've raged and thrown a fit

at the grand injustice

of never having things go my way

but lately I have realized

that I alone cannot shape my day

Each day is a present

I can open and behold

I sit back and let it ride

and try not to fit into a mold

of what I think is perfect

or what I think is right

My goal now is just to be

and sleep well throughout the night