William Masonis Poet Carpe Diem

This Day

This day is not like any other day;
It has never been, nor ever will be
Again.
Though pregnant with eternal yesterdays
Touching all its tomorrows
It is all we ever have to hold and make our own
- Those others fore and aft are ghosts,
To which legions this as well shall add itself -
Each new day defines us as we are, complete,
On some special one
That will not announce itself
Nor look like any other,
We shall walk with it to where there are days no more,
Into that Undiscovered Country.

- So spurn no day as inconsequent.
It brought its gifts or griefs to you,
Subtle or profound, to carry or reject.
Seize each day, they are the Prayer beads
On the rosary of your life;
Walk close with them
Into each one's sacred sunset.

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Donna Golden September 19, 2009 at 11:12 AM "Seize each day, they are the prayerbeads", this is wonderful! I enjoyed this poem for many reasons, but mostly because it is a needed reminder for us to not waste time in trivialities, nor to look past opportunities to enrich the lives of others. Well done, William, you are quickly rising to the top of my list of favorites! Donna

Carol Sunshine Brown September 18, 2009 at 11:32 AM I have read your poetry and enjoyed it. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. You have done an excellent job writing this poem. May you have a wonderful and inspiring weekend Bill. Love, Carol

Carrie Richards September 17, 2009 at 4:39 PM What an uplifting and inspirational piece....no day is like any other, and we need to cherish each as if it were a gift! Lovely words! ~ Carrie

Carolyn Devonshire September 17, 2009 at 1:33 PM How right you are, William! We are well advised to make the most of all of the time we have. My father lived every day to the fullest and surely he had no regrets when he passed away earlier this year. Love the comparison of days to the beads on "the rosary of your life." Uplifting, magnificent poetry! Love, carolyn