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Today has 24 hours to live. Be at its deathbed, son, keep a vigil, make sure you're included in its will. Of the priceless heirlooms, have your fill. Sieze its shoulders, shake it out of its last slumber if you must. Cajole, wheedle and fawn, get all that you most dearly want. Trust not in the largesse of an inglorious dawn.

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Maria Williams

Date: 1/12/2018 5:17:00 AM

Yes a mere 24 hours, make every hour count and seize it if you must. This is a very different poem Bernard, quite ingenious actually. I love it enough to make it a fave Bernard....Maria

Bernard Chan
Date: 1/12/2018 10:01:00 AM

Maria, so glad to hear you're making it a fave. Thank you for your visit and lovely comment :)

Susan Ashley

Date: 1/11/2018 7:56:00 PM

Wow, Bernard, an intriguing and thought provoking poem. A beautifully expression of seizing the day and making each day your own. A fantastic write with great imagery, your last two lines, especially, are striking. Warmest wishes my friend. ~Susan

Bernard Chan
Date: 1/12/2018 2:35:00 AM

Thank you so much, Susan! Warmest wishes to you too :)