Some days are full of happiness,
While other days are bleak;
Some hours are worth the candle;
Some aren’t, so to speak.
Some minutes give us pleasure,
Some pain us in the necks;
But seconds are the final straws
That make us total wrecks.
For man, these days of living fast,
Of taxing cell and brain,
Was not, when seconds change his life,
Built to stand the strain.
So I’ll watch seconds swapping ends
As long as I can stand it,
Nor curse my gods nor swear at fate–
For it was man who planned it.
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 4, 1951
