The day that was mine today, I've spent.
It was given to me for that,
not to hide away decaying,
or lived at someone else's braying.
So I lived it, used it, spent it.
*
It will never happen again,
nor had it been before.
Today, only, it was mine,
to spend, doing what I do.
So I spent it.
*
How I spent it, used it, filled it
would be hard for me to say.
I lived it, that I know.
Today was my day, and I spent it...
What more can I say?
© Dennis Crompton 1996
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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