That Day: 'Let Each Count' Once Lost Poem by James McLain

That Day: 'Let Each Count' Once Lost
When It's left behind, each night Unseen.
Each covered veil, each smile not held,
thus sets each sun again, we left behind.

Coming to the brink of words, each act
I heard,
and deeds left needed over to be done again.
What's left has been, those next improve upon.

Would we remove the yellow from the sun,
each daisy from it's form, it's face and you.
Than over yon, the winding path that leads
us too the old mans oak with long and thick
his beard that hangs above, yet touches spring.

We all dropp that thing, we can't pick up again.
And in sleep I dream of things I never dropped.