Regret a trying day No more readily Than you would condemn A worthy person. Each day has in it Your rising and the ticking of your life. Each day has in it The piercing fanfare Of your imperfect procession. Each day has in it The game challenge Of your glorious missteps. Regret even one day, And you sever an appendage of your being. Lament even one moment, And you deny yourself true breath. Rejoice in the most dismal day of your life, Let slumber put your dreams to work To clear away ignominy and anguish. Then, gather strength in your days of triumph, Build fires from your days of passioned pursuits, Carry peace away from days of contentment. Store up the treasures of fulfillment, So to foil and spoil the darker days, And flood them with the light of vitality. To every soul, reclamation. With every sunset, redemption.