Young man
Lying in your mother's arms
You've squeezed two days of living out of this one
And I've been lucky enough to bear witness to it
The light that took forever to die
made you feel like you could live
really live
Forever
And when you hit your limit
and the ugliness emerged, an octave higher,
you fought stillness like a delusional sea captain
like a mean drunk Don Knotts
But eventually you met it, horizontally,
other half of half eaten burg in hand
And I explained to you
'Son, you know when the day is coming to an end...'
'It comes back again?' You asked.
But the day before
Has gone away
For good
And can never come back
'And so,
when we are saying goodbye to the day that is ending, but we haven't yet seen
the new day
We can feel sad,
And that is an ok feeling, it's ok to feel that way,'
And before I can tell you it's a gift from God, the whole thing, the full day, the sadness of the end and the innocence and glory of the new day to come, you say,
'All wight, all wight, I'm tiooowd.'
In your mother's arms you experience the joy of goodbye to the day you lived all the way,
Not a moment gone to waste.
