I live a day,
some alive some dumb.
I live a day,
a day of memoirs of life,
a day worthy of note, a day forgettable,
many etched into and drawn from,
another day I lived in my life.
What difference does it make,
today or another, o life!
I had by me a friend,
one who lives life,
smiles outside and taught to smile inside,
a friend I had today.
What more do I ask, o life!
--buddi
1915
17 - 07 - 2010
