Sunday, March 21, 2021

Days by Philip Larkin

Just squeezed in before closing time, a nod to World Poetry Day.

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:   
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor   
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

Philip Larkin

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