Low

Days

Days like these…
Image by Lena Lindell from Pixabay
 
Where are the days going?
Slipping away like a thought
Fog on a hasty horse has got
The answer, but can’t be caught
 
A dawdler when we avoid
A spirit when we desire
The mire of glum fire
Suddenly sweet enough to admire
 
Special days are remembered
Blue days aren’t forgotten
Memory relishes even in the rotten
Light laughs, tough tears are begotten
 
Dear days before you go
Three things I want you to know
My mind will recall and glow
I’ll be happy and low and happy and slow.
 

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