Niall C.E.J. O’Brien
It’s after eight on an April day,
Sun gone down for another night,
It’s red glow of after light begs to say,
Signals the coming of another day bright.
The birds still sing the glories of this day,
While cows cried out in distant fields,
The light of afterglow keeps bright this day,
While time cries on in distant deals.
In all the time of human history,
This day, with hours to live, never before came,
In all the time of world history,
This day, with hours to live, never before came.
We of this day are the heirs of all that went before us,
All of them who never saw this day,
We of this day are guardians of all that come after us,
And all of them who will never see this day.
In this great conjunction of time and space,
Someone complains of their big toe,
In this day which time never again face,
See us here plain with big plans in toe.
[14th April 2015]
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