THESE DAYS
Same as the others but not
They move faster
Into the day memory place
The present a fleeting rush
Away from the mirror of time
Cacophony of news
The acrid stink of war
Pestilence even at our doors
No wonder we pull the drapes
And retreat accomplices
In each days end
Force our eyes shut as children
To search within for solace
Reality truth well being love
It was still light just a few
Minutes ago before I
Even in the stillness of night
There is another day
Forming whirling toward
Pushing yesterday away
I’ll try harder today
It’s such a waste to
Let them pass so easily
While I remain and crinkle
Slowly toward the unknown
Somehow more acceptable
Then now or then
Today I’ll and that
Do create clean organize
Pack this day full of
Joy and accomplishment
Just a minute Mr. Day
I’m not finished with you
There is unfinished business
Some good to do
I need you
And you me
