I've really been enjoying poetry lately. I enjoy the simple more literal subjects and here's one I found in The Poet's Corner compiled by John Lithgow. It's especially endearing since the poet was a librarian.
DaysWhat 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.
Philip Larkin
(1922-1985)
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