Another day has gone by,
Am I satisfied with the outcome of the day?
Was it a typical day?
Filled with laughter and good cheer
Toil and wearing activities
Reaching out to souls far and wide
What is the outcome?
A weary brow!
A warm glow of self-satisfaction
A brow furrowed with wavering thoughts
When I look back on the day that has just gone by
I try to look for similarities with other such days
Are all days alike?
Do I look for too much?
After all, each day cannot stand out
Sometimes I wonder at the thoughts flying past the mind
Do they make sense?
Does each day make sense, in the whirl of life
Should we make each day memorable as life is but days
And days are but moments?
Life, day, moments!
Meaning, emotions, love!
I think life is a resplendent day
Filled with meaning, emotions, love
And each day in the path of life adds to the rich experience that is life.
A refined poetic imagination, Laya Bajpai. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May the positive portions of your days make up for any weary brow! But i guess you and i, at least, have days better than lots of others have. After all, we have PH, despite its problem areas at times. And when other members complain to me/us about PH, i remind them that the site IS freeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ! bri :)