The Tragedy of a Day

February 1, 2014

The day is born and slowly he peaks his head over the cradle.
Timid in countenance, eyes wide to see the endless possibility,
He rises and ventures out to find the path for which he’s able.
Slowly he matures and shines bright for all the world to see.
Progressing with a momentum that never seems to cease,
The heroic day climbs up and up with passionate fire
Into a frenzy of motion and an absence of peace.
Then slowly the movement that carried him higher
Betrays his trust and begins to drag him low.
The brightness he held begins to dim
And his movements become slow.
He has reached the final brim
But still he motions on.
Inch by inch,
Slip by slip,
He’s going,
Going,
Gone
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