One Day More Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
One Day More
When you are a young adult,
You work All day,
And you dance All night.
Then mid-age,
And the hair starts turning gray.
Still working hard,
Enjoying each day.
The highs and lows of life,
You endure.
Then retirement,
The Golden Years so they say.
Still we strive,
For one day more.
Did my today's comment 'send'? I left comments in 2021, Hank. I strive for one LESS day, week, or year (or life) sometimes. Am I 'alone'?
In my first comment, i refered to some 'lucky' young people. See, my first comment was July 27th! Neither 'for one more day do I strive', NOR do I wish to JUST survive! ! ;)
Yes, some people are 'lucky'. bri ;) But, when do/did such people SLEEP? ? ? bri ;) ?
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:32:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice, Hank! Does anyone ever want two days more?