Brookwrite

This Day Goes By

This day goes by too slow
because I do not know
if I'll come home today
and you'll be there or gone away.

If you're there then I can live
and find better ways to give,
the only road on which to go
in the good world that I know.

This day goes by too fast
if it's to be our last,
if I come home and you have gone
there'll be no joy to carry on.

Please be there tonight again
and every other, never end.
I should have said these words before,
please hear them now, I implore.

I'll take this slow day, even more,
if it brings good days evermore.
But if today turns out too fast
I'll always wish it never passed.

Written in 2002.