The7:30 alarm softly rings,
Soy milk’ s warmth in the air still clings.
The subway carries a sea of faces,
Clouds outside drift through empty spaces.
Half a milk candy by my desk stays,
Shared by a colleague just yesterday.
The calendar holds a small hope drawn,
To see the ocean waves this weekend dawn.
Life never calls for forced grandeur,
Tiny joys linger always near.
Bit by bit, they shape the everyday,
Drop by drop, the warmth of life won’ t fade away.
Cried and laughed, we’ ve truly lived each page,
Ordinary steps print our own starry way.
Bit by bit, they build a forward will,
Little by little, smoothing time’ s uneven hill.
Wind and rain, we hold them steady still,
Every tiny thing is sparkling, gleaming still.
A warm drink calms my hands so cold,
Downstairs, a ginger cat rubs bold,
As if it knows my day’ s fast pace.
A message pops up on my phone’ s face—
Mom says,“ It’ s getting chill, put on more clothes.”
Life has no storms that fiercely blow,
Yet tenderness bumps me soft and slow.
Bit by bit, they shape the everyday,
Drop by drop, the warmth of life won’ t fade away.
Cried and laughed, we’ ve truly lived each page,
Ordinary steps print our own starry way.
Bit by bit, they build a forward will,
Little by little, smoothing time’ s uneven hill.
Wind and rain, we hold them steady still,
Every tiny thing is sparkling, gleaming still.
I used to chase a grand, distant shore,
But tenderness lives in fragments more.
Every pause, every backward glance,
Light will always fall on my shoulders, given chance.
Bit by bit, they shape the everyday,
Drop by drop, the warmth of life won’ t fade away.
Cried and laughed, we’ ve truly lived each page,
Ordinary steps print our own starry way.
Bit by bit, they build a forward will,
Little by little, smoothing time’ s uneven hill.
Wind and rain, we hold them steady still,
Every tiny thing is shining in the light, so real.