A sweet adieu

Strange is it not?

How go the days

Without us noticing

And they leave with no farewell.

But when they are gone,

Then we do miss them

And with great remorse

Do we wish that we

Had treat each day

With more tenderness

And care that was their due,

And we would bid a sweet adieu,

As each day would depart,

To leave us to befriend

A new day.