Days Come, Days Go
Days Come, Days Go
As night recounts the day,
and clouds passed in golden task
do fade into the indigo profusion, as
lights that flickers old, adorn the sky;
while hurried legs a blur from chill,
descending earth in gloaming’s ill,
persistent night
and hollows glowing warm invite, the weary.
By fire and a steaming meal,
growling stomachs and empty feels,
quenched of void and thirst revealed,
to vanquish aching bones;
while cat’s do purr and muscles urge,
to rest in listless manner purge,
the pressures of the day, besmirch
that vacant relaxation.
And so, another day at end it seems,
as times imparts its restless dreams,
and coffers fill with pennies earned,
to balance all the pressure served;
and minds relent on thought and sense,
the only cure is sleep descent,
to dream in fancy lost of will,
to wake and repeat the cycle until, we die.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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So seems life as we go from day to day. Spending the rest of the days with the one we have been seeking can make all the difference in the world. Or, am I dreaming? The cycle of my life rarely changes from day to day as your verse so clearly states with your well-chosen phrases, Tony. I think life needs a kick-start.
So true, perhaps a little negative, but that’s the point. If we are lost to value each day, then everything seems bland and repetitive. Take care Phyllis.