For All Those Days

For All Those Days

Say it with me.

For all those days
so long and arduous,
requiring a strong drink
before they can be loosened
and then hastily taken off
like a restrictive tie or bra,
or uncomfortable shoes.

For all those days
which spill into evenings
and are carried off to bed
where they pollute our dreams
with acid-trippy visions
just real enough to frighten us
into questioning our sanity.

For all those days
that bleed into one another
in a long succession we call
same shit - different day,
but eventually do give way
to the turning page
of season and sentiment,
thus revealing life anew.

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It's ironic that in our culture
everyone's biggest complaint is
about not having enough time;
yet nothing terrifies us more
than the thought of eternity.
~ Dennis Miller