A life in a day

Why do we talk

so often

of a day

in a life,

of a predestined


from young to old?

As the old cliche goes:

make each day count.

But who’s keeping score?

I’d rather speak

about a life in a day:





We are living

in this gently aging


with a present joy,

and no yesterday

sucking away

this present,

and no tomorrow

counting away

a life in a day.



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