Wishing I could imprint this on my heart

if all that we say

in a single day

with never a word left out

were printed each night

in clear black and white

it would make strange reading no doubt

and then just suppose

ere our eyes should close

we must read the whole record through

then wouldn’t we sigh

and wouldn’t we try

a great deal less talking to do

and I more than half think

that many a kink

would be smoother in life’s tangled thread

if half that I say

 in one single day

were to be left forever unsaid

Alistair Baigg