Classic Poem

M ONDAY Morning, fair or bleak,
Holds the Key to all the Week.

Golden Sunlight, Moonlight pale,
Day and Night, are not for sale.

E ACH Day of Life should be a Whole;
Each Forward Step should reach some Goal.

A N April Rain that wakes the Fruitful Mold
Is Richer than the Ocean's Breadth in Gold.

W HERE No One Sees, the Dew as brightly glistens;
The Bird sings just as well where No One Listens.