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The Gift of You
Some days pass without one kind face
And often they damage the soul.
They touch, yet seldom leave a trace.
The isolation takes its toll.
What a joy then to witness you
Gingerly traversing my threshold.
You make the old at once feel new,
And in your smile stories are told.
Through traffic jams and unreasonable bosses,
Seemingly endless bills and hospital stays
We are reason enough not to cut our losses,
Granting each other respite from our malaise.
For past pessimism I must certainly atone.
What a comfort to know I will never be alone.
Yes, the trials we have both muddled through
Give me gratitude for the gift of you.
