I asked him, aren’t you tired?
And he said he hated sleep
Because he simply couldn’t bear
To see the the day depart
The time will pass us either way,
I asked that he recall,
The moon is done, and with the sun,
A brand new day will start.

I should have known him better,
And of course I know he knows,
Time marches on and waits for none
To kindly step away,
But even facing battle
In a war that he must lose,
He isn’t one to bow to things
So common as a day.

– s. Clark