In The Small Hours: What Are Days?
...Days are for living,
let few slumber or idly pass...
John Brian Leaver's poem contains the best advice for this, and every, year.
What are days?
They are, for some, but shades of night.
In fritter'd youth we spilt our cup
of carefree days, now lost
to shafts of fleeting light
On the lip of senescence
we garner each on numbered breath,
leaving undone summer's hum
to string a rosary of days,
an amulet from death
Days are for living,
let few slumber or idly pass,
drink ones fill of the blackbird's song,
too soon the winter of rain on glass.
