D-Day

If only I could bring back those willful days When the sun shined bright all my ways, When the nights were a fair field to sow many a dream And the days dawned to reap them at whim, My life spread its wings for miles unseen And flowers bloomed all the way umpteen. But now I dread the break of day, Aimless upon the bed I just lay, I mull over many a bygone day And stress over that fateful day When a new sun with all its glory to share comes looking for me and I won't be there! "Days" contest by Thomas Martin