Days

Gone is the day I once knew,

the sun breaks the dark night to begin the day anew.

Forgotten are the words of yesterday,

Death are the ears of today.

Rough at times is the surf that pounds me.

Strong is the under tow that pulls me.

Gusty winds blow and through my flesh.

Hot are the glass cinders beneath my feet.

All and all this is a bad day,

But yet it is good one, for I am still alive.

And in-days to come the surf might not be quite as strong, nor the winds blow quite as hard.

For those days will be days to remember.