Daylight

When I was young, foolish and unknown

I used to ask, in moments of despair: 

“Would anyone care, if I wasn't there?”

The answer, I reckoned, was full-blown: 

They will, if you let them

As I grew older, more aware

Time would reveal, in wisdom

That people, everywhere 

would come and go - it's no prison 

Although 

As I would soon see

“Come and go”

Isn't all there is to be:

Some stay

Some come back

Some walk away

Some hijack

And some, 

never truly leave

As may harsh weather 

or reprieve 

stop them altogether;

They still make sure

For all that you endure

That after the long night 

You always see the daylight

6 de agosto de 2025