That's me..in camerons last Nov '04

Another Day

Another Day
Another week is over!
The moments one by one,
Have multiplied to hours and days,
And now the seventh sun's setting rays
Declare the week is done.

Its pleasure and its trials
Have all been left behind:
These seemed so hard and those so sweet,
That hours in turn were long and fleet
As I rejoiced or pin'd.

Thus weeks succeed each other,
And, softly though thy glide,
Each fills its little log of life-
Some loss or triumph in the strife,
Which it were vain to hide.

Oft as I look behind me
On Life's unheeding past,
Vainly I wish i could recall
Each mis-spent week and live then all
As I would live the last