How can I tell which days have yielded fruit? The days I labored at a task not mine? The days I yielded to a wild pursuit? The days I cast my pearls before the swine? The days I hoarded every golden hour? The days I laughed? The days I bore in pain? The days when all my honey had turned sour? The days I gathered in another's gain? The days I studied and the days I wrought? The days I loafed and only trusted God? The days when whispered dreamings came unsought, And I drew wisdom as I turned the sod? How shall I know which ones of all the days Shall on the last day bring me blame or praise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY TO A KNOWN PLACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |