Do some sort of thing you do
Intentionally each day,
Is to partake of the sun,
To be a bit like the sun.
Not everyone can look up,
Said the sun to O’Hara
Writing from next to the beach
Where accident would kill him
Soon, not that he knew that then,
Not that anyone can know,
Hence, dailiness. You go on
While you can. Why not intend
What you can’t cause while you can?
The sun’s not really daily,
Despite what it said to Frank.
The Earth is daily your world.
What it creates by spinning
Is every day sun ever
Gets to see, each well-shielded
From fire by spinning to night.
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