What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
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Comments1Just read 'Days' by Philip Larkin. Really thought-provoking and poignant! 🤔📚