Each Best Day of Our Life

Could be one but will be one
Just in mind and just with time.

Now, who could say? It seems well,
This day, or it’s a bit dull,

Or it’s a real drag, but tears
Could well up some years from now

At the thought of this dull day,
This sick day, this one best day.

Try some of your own best days.
Call them up. Think long and hard.

You may note some weren’t so great
At the time, or were but grew

More so in the long view. See?
This day could be good to me.

Guess I May What I Must Be

There are lots of bad ways
To say good-bye, lots of bad
Ways to leave things. No good ones.

Don’t pound your head too much, then,
If the last time you saw some
Loved face was not how you wished.

No one could do it just right.
The one good way is to stay,
And no one can get to stay.

Ya-Du

Love, fall’s cold comes
Like warmth from you.
Hid in your arms,
I’m numb, charmed, free.
What harm could reach me?

Love, it’s not true
I’ll want you less
Once the cold goes.
Love, you know this.
There’s no spring sweet as your kiss.

Love, I’m so tired
Now night’s fires fade.
Love, aren’t you cold?
Birds’ choirs scold dawn.
An old sun comes up. Love? Love? You’re gone.