A Collection of Days

A Collection of Days David J Walker It looks for all to me like The same sky Passing by As I wake to greet Each new dawn And the midday grass is As green and fresh as any shaggy lawn I ever mowed for money As a boy Every summer day Every leaf that fell in Fall Ever winter snowdrift or Spring rain Feels and looks and smells The same as when I first arrived All those years ago So What has changed What has slowed and Rearranged the Ebb and flow of life I am sure this is the Same day continuing on As when it first begun Oh yes, There are new songs To be sung New lives and things to learn to love New clothes to wear As the old fade and grow threadbare But tell me it’s a Monday Or Tuesday and how, Other than timebound Obligation, it is any different than that springtime Sunday we walk in the park with the realization that The sun is setting and Soon it will be dark And when the darkness comes I will have banked A collection of the days Of my life As if all in one timeframe Filed under my name