Days Marked on Paper

The page soon will turn
The numbers will roll
A new year will come
And the former will go.

Just days marked on paper
Seven in each row
None telling the others
The mysteries they know.

It has been so forever
And forever will be
It truly won’t matter
What together they see.

Just days marked on paper
Twelve pages in all.
You may rise tall or sit
You may lay softly or fall.

It is a mistake to think glory
Is fastened to you.
Days come and days go
No matter what you may do.