Another Day is Gone

I'm  watching the sun going down
The color of orange is covering the ground
Light disappears slowly into the horizon
Another day is gone

Days are slipping through my fingers
Nothing lasts, nothing stays or lingers
But the thought of it is wisdom or poison
Another day is gone

Many people grow old saying
"I am planning, I am waiting"
Someday they might realize that of thousands,
another day is gone

I'm watching this and I understand
that I now hold a treasure in my hand
I enjoy the day today
And another day is gone

A Bowl of Golden Apples

A complement or some advice
can make another human wise
Unlike some silent mocking pebbles
they're a bowl of golden apples

A golden apple makes you good
It's like a nice refreshing food
which satiates you, makes you strong
when the road you walk is tough and long

They lift up people's minds and souls
and patch the old and wounded holes
You'll be ready to fight battles
if you eat some golden apples

Cheer those apples you might find
They are jewels to your mind
A complement or some advice
are golden apples of great size

The Perception

(Dedicated to my sweet Hanne)

The woman in the mirror
has an ordinary face
Not totally free of wrincles
but maybe worth a gaze
And though she doesn't know it
the other people see
a pretty worthy creature
who reflects eternity

A perception might be disorted
by the observer's eye
It depends on clear cut standards
or models, but then why?
Why should there be some people
who decide the basic rules?
Do they decide what's beautiful?
It's really kind of cruel

And so the pretty lady
with the mirror in her hand
lays the mirror down and leaves
She does not understand
why she cannot transform
and why she cannot be
what she would call a standard
What she would want to see