Could be tomorrow, or the day after,
or a year out, or perhaps months ago,
but there will be one, at least,
a hundred for some,
thousands for others –
a handful for me, I hope –
there will be days that stick in the mind
like a new and well-loved flavor,
coloring the enveloping weeks,
days where the dull seems sharp again –
has the sky always been so blue?
has the weather always been so fine?
was all on this world made for me,
and made with love?
The Day That Is Worth Living For
