Each day we live is like a “gift,”
A gift sublime and pure.
Our days gone by cannot be changed.
Our days to come not sure.
Never miss a local story.
Since days gone by and those to come
We must take as each is given,
Let’s hope and pray that our aim is true;
Toward our goals in life stay driven.
Since our futures are a secret,
And we don’t know what’s in store,
May we be content with what we have
Yet always strive for more.