The span linking one midnight to the next
Earth’s full rotation
A lone card played from time’s thick deck
One thousand four-hundred and forty minutes
What is the definition of a day?
Many overflow with productivity
Some stand out as pinnacles of celebration
While others become hurdles to endure
Counting down the seconds until a new day dawns
Every 24-hour cycle presents an opportunity
Wills yours be punctuated by a mere handful of exclamation points
Strung together by tedious dashes?
Or will you greet each sunrise with the ravenous curiosity of a child?
As the moments trickle to an end,
Will your lives be a compilation of daring strides?
Or timid steps?
When the bells toll her final song
That choice will have been each of ours to make