A day race

As the dawn whispers Many listen never to wake Others wake with joy Some saddened at its arrival Dark their feets to the heaviness of its weight Thinking of the odds to pull through Yet it comes anyway. With boldness, a dash of sluggishness Foaming round the clock Oh yes, the night comes Swift and dark To call back every head to rest Recounting blessings and spoils what a hunt, We lay in solemn silence A day gone!