Monday, November 19, 2012

One poem for the day

DAYS
Philip Larkin 


What are days for?
Days are where we live.   
They come, they wake us   
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:   
Where can we live but days?


Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor   
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

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