there are those days
so sunny and so bright
that you begin to think this is the time
for some achievement that excels
of which the people tell for many years
admiring stories of heroic deeds
the morning passes then the afternoon
the sun sets casually as usual
the moon is hiding behind clouds
like dying ember
and when night falls in earnest
shrouds the world in darkness
you recognize it is the day
not you
that people might remember