Each day that passes by
It does not wish to end
Awaiting some great task
A reward for life's span
Lest none be lost idely
Pushing, probing further
To listen, to learn, to share
That reflected retrospectively
It makes a sense of purpose
To the ending of a day
But there lies the qualm
A tread perhaps, that undone
Where in the void perhaps lost
An act, or a word benevolent
To halt this illusive sleep