There Will Be A Day

No matter how we push away
The darkness comes another day.
And when the bed is to be made
We run away, we run away…
For all life’s chores just lead to pain
That eats its fill, consumes the brain
Until we are but nothing more
Than a vacant empty door.
That looks both ways
And never says
To strangers that come aboard,
“Deal carefully what life hands away,
For darkness there will be a day.”