A days a day a days a day,
until it has come and gone.
Some are cheerful, some are gray,
But none are very long.
Every morn I look to see,
if a day has come again,
Every morn she waits for me
with a laugh and glorious grin.
I say “Hello” and wait to hear,
if she will play along.
A moment past and then from near
a Robin sings her song.
And I wonder if today will be
like yesterday was or what may,
or will it be like another day,
when my heart did joyously play…
Play, play, play all day,
for she will never come again..
Tomorrow her sister or brother will play,
But it will never be the same.