Borrowed

How do I measure these simple pleasures

When one minute’s joy may bring another’s sorrow?

How do I measure these simple pleasures

When I don’t know if they will still be here tomorrow?

How do I measure these simple pleasures

In the midst of anxiety turning my hopes hollow?

Help me to measure these simple pleasures

And I promise your time won’t be wasted or borrowed.

—Written by Sandy Heights

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