The Last Day

The Last Day The first day is like an unwrapped mystery Christmas, birthday, holiday present Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past