A Day
A twenty four hour piece of time,
In which to dawdle or to race;
To linger slow over morning's brew
Or dash about in haste.
The packed-in hourly tedious tasks
(Duties of agenda's will)
Might belie one's own self worth,
Or else with credence fill.
When earth has orbited the sun,
Days duties laid to rest,
Man's still a man- dust to dust,
Each day, his own bequest.


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