This day dawns to doom
as did
yesterday
and its yesterday
and its yesterday.
Each days morning
morphs to mourning
as each birth
ends in tomb.
Why, then,
glory at sunrise,
that fickle surprise?
Why praise the light
when all our joys
but shepherd-in the night?
The only answer I know,
bequeathed to me
by Koeleth,
that wise stranger,
is practical in nature.
Use today
to laugh, to love.
Ignore the chronic irritants,
those annoying gnats around us.
Then clutch in memory
and cherish the good you’ve done,
while you watch
the setting sun
go
down.