Literature
Echoes of Gratitude - The Dance of Daily Strife
In the hum of life's mundane throng, We glide through days, swift and long, Unmindful of each step's sweet dance, Until life demands a deeper trance. Every stride, a rhythm unheeded, In the flow of life, we're conceded, Yet when each footfall requires thought, The journey's gravity is wrought. With each breath, a silent prayer, Invisible, yet we're unaware, Until the air becomes a struggle, Then each inhale, a precious bubble. Typing letters, a casual breeze, No sweat, no strain, no unease, Until fingers falter, refuse to comply, And simple tasks bid us goodbye. Feeding oneself, a casual jest, Until independence becomes a test, And each bite, a hard-won prize, In the battle to satiate hunger's cries. Concentrating just to move ahead, In a world where mobility's thread, Becomes tangled, knotted, unclear, And every step demands a seer. In the dawn's tender embrace, we dress, Once effortless, now a daunting mess, As age or health, their tolls they take, And simple actions become a