Monday, October 27, 2008

Silent Days

There are days
that start out spent:
will wrung from cloth
taps barely dripping
pennies carefully counted
before we are on our way

There are days
when life holds no appeal:
minds full of must,
should, need and duty
and far too little
want, wonder and might.

There are days
we simply survive:
Crawling times, possibly
flavoring the future sweeter
but this sugar is for tomorrow
today remains bitter.

There are days
we suffer to pass:
Hope and future sweetness
alone, make living more
appealing than not.

There are days
when the wisest
among us wait
in near silence.

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