There Are Days*

There are days of joy, fun, just pure delight
And days that are lonely, without a friend in sight

There are days when the sun shines so bright
And days when the tunnel is dark, with no light

There are days that leap up, like a young stag
And days that just interminably drag

There are days when the imagination knows no bounds
And days when everything is risky, tentative, unsound

There are days that are curious, like a newborn’s gaze
And days that are murky, when everything is a haze

There are days when the embers crackle and burn
And days when the ashes lie dead in their urn

Days can bring us love or hate, happiness or sorrow
What kind of day will you be, tomorrow?

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