Seize the day, he said
Grasp it in your hands
But my hands are small
I said, jokingly.
He replied
Grab a small day then

A winter day...
Winter days are shorter
I can only seize
A cold, desolate day I mused
You could write a poem
About that he told me

I'm trying... but it
Is a concept so perfect
How do I craft it
In to beautiful writing?
Ah yes... the whispers
"One such as you is
Not made for happiness"

How then to seize a day,
A single beam of sunshine?
It runs through my fingers like sand.
How to lay hold on such beauty?
Yet they tell me "dream big".
Small days for a small child
Cold days for a cold heart
No, can't hold much more.
Than an icy day;

How fit to numb the mind
And **** the soul!
I shall seize the day
The cold, desolate day
When the leaves are fallen,
When the earth is dead
THIS day shall be mine