It Must Be Terrible.

It must be terrible

To live from day to day,

For those who live from hand to mouth,

For those who go out every morning

To be hired for the day.

They tell you to be happy and live only for to-day.

It must be terrible

To live from day to day

Gathering like an ant

When you know that no matter

How much you reap and gather into barns

There comes a day

When all is left behind.

It must be terrible

To love and conceive all your life

When you know that one day

Those whom you love and hold so close

Are not there any more;

When you too are gone. . . .

Alfred grech

01/08/2017