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Did you make it through another day? 

If you’re reading this, you did.  Maybe I didn’t.  That’s not the point.  The point is you did.  All I was supposed to do was make it far enough to hand this off to you, and I did. 

My mission, accomplished.  Now, what’s your mission? 

What are you handing off to the next someone?  What will they hand off to the next?  Not my mission, not my monkeys.  I always wanted to say that.  My mission wasn’t to manage yours, it was to finish mine, and I did.  I know that because here you are, with my mission in your hands, making it your own. 

Did you make it through another day? 

If you wrote this, you did.


© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday



There are days

when I think I have

lived long enough


Days after birthdays

and when holidays have

passed for the year


Personal days of remembrance


and deaths


Days of finality

after celebration

or mourning


Days that follow

the emptying

of my soul


Days I can’t remember

why I’ve hung on

for so long





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