Now we’re blessed
with a new day,
a week, a month, a year.
For some the path is muddy.
For others it is clear.
At present I am glad to say
the wind is at my back.
But I feel for those whose path
is lined with cataracts.
Whatever be the road we tread,
whatever be the weather,
we’ll find more joy in every day,
if we stick together.