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A Day In The Life
Fresh morning dawns
Bright and clear
Full of hope and promise
The youngster yawns
Dons school gear
Enthusiasm boundless
When lunchtime comes
Eats his fill
Each bite a new beginning
And falling crumbs
Fit the bill
To silence gannets' dinning
By afternoon
Slowing down
Waiting for the ticking
Clock to turn
Hide a frown
Unsure who he's tricking
Evening races
Up to greet
An old man in the car park
Tattered laces
Bind his feet
Long since obscured; his trademark
The setting sun
On wrinkled skin
He rocks, with cocoa cooling
His day is done
So hobbles in
Hides evidence of drooling
Nighttime heralds
Quiet streets
Silver moonlight glistens
Long infertile
Dead mind meets
The reaper's keen ambitions
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Synopsis
I seem to be fascinated with the theme of comparing the progress of life with alternative timelines. First the seasons, in "Seasons," and now with the passing of a single day.
The poem has a melancholy aspect since this is the way I was feeling when I wrote it.