The Day
The day was a year at first
When children ran in the garden;
The day shrank down to a month
When the boys played ball.
The day was a week thereafter
When young men walked in the garden;
The day was itself a day
When love grew tall.
The day shrank down to an hour
When old men limped in the garden;
The day will last forever
When it is nothing at all.
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Theodore Spencer (1902-1949)
from Poems, 1940-1947, 1948
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]
Theodore Spencer biography
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