Our Days

Our morrows are shrouds,

What lies beyond we know not;

Sunshine face of happy days

Or some faceless clouds.

Our yesterdays are graves,

In them no life breathes,

Fight, or cry, or greet with smile

Nothing can them save.

Our today we will win,

Make it a perfect round,

Work and play and laugh and sing

Till our day is done.

Golden Days

I thought your paths ran through my yard,

You'd knock each time you passed,

I thought your heartbeats echoed mine,

My absence left you lost;

In your hearts I lived in joy,

In your smiles I laughed,

My days were flavoured with your words,

Oh! happy were those ploys!

Those days pass away with time

Those days dissolve, like ghosts,

Yet in clouds their shadow lives

Those days I love the most.