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Forward Edge Of Freedom

The day is what we make it.
Once the sun falls beyond the horizon-
All but a glimpse of memory is gone.
The day went by.
Did you noticed its absolute ease,
Or did you struggle not realizing the rainbow atop your head.
Did you acknowledge God?
Did you pray?
Or was it a routine of everyday regrets and worry.
The day is what we make it.
Or did you come to work ready to work.
Ready to face the forward edge of freedom.
People are dying everywhere.
We must hold the fort, defend the nation.
So we stand at the forward edge of freedom, unable to see tomorrow.
Until we overcome this virus.
Serve we must.
The day is what we make it.

--Esteban G., Adult