Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend—
Bed awaits me at the end.
Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall—
I'm a fool to rise at all!
"Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom" by Dorothy Parker, from The Poetry & Short Stories of Dorothy Parker. © The Modern Library, 1994.
From Facebook-- Jason Daum wrote:
ReplyDelete"As I pass by strangers in the skyway or hear political soundbites on TV or have difficult conversations with people throughout the day, I often imagine those people slipping on their jammies and getting into bed at the end of the day—just like me. It helps familiarize strangers, put soundbites into context, and diminish barriers between myself and my enemies. The more I see others like myself the harder it is to ignore them, polarize them, or flat-out dislike them. As always, thanks for the post Dave."