Walking down a lonely road
I stop to look and think
My daily chores, the incessant monotone
Flashes by, and time goes in a blink
Each day of the week seems the same
A day to finish, and reach the next
Yet when we do, it starts again
And we trudge on, with tomorrow’s pretext
To life we add each day anew
Yet at the close, it seems to me
A day less, a day lost
To dreams that could be
A daily wait to leave my desk
A weekly wait for a weekend rest
The same cycle goes on and on
And then we see that months are gone
So stop awhile and look around
Look for dreams waiting to be found
For things that make your day worthwhile
For memories that would make you smile
Each day would add and multiply
To the wealth of life
And not pass you by
