Monday, July 02, 2007

'Days'






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.

Philip Larkin

1 comment:

Mae's daughter said...

amazing poem-hope today was okay?