At the End of the Day

At the end of the day
When all is quiet and still,
We get a chance to reflect,
To look back to where we started,
To see how far we’ve come.

Even if only a few paces,
It’s still progress.
It’s not how far we get,
But that we took the steps,
That new ground was covered
By the end of the day.

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