One Egg = One Day
I have a picture of an egg
Painted by a friend
It's what I see to start each day
Hanging there at my bed's end
A day is like an egg, you know
Self-contained within its shell
Filled with energy and purpose
And yet remains so very frail
To free the many options here
A crack is all it takes
The shell turns loose potential
Like the dawn as each day breaks
The fate of either is our choice
The egg ...to hatch ...or boil ...or fry
The day ...to fill with worthwhile tasks
Or just enjoy as life goes by
All of our days, as all of our eggs
Are ours to use, but listen, folks
Beware of how you handle them
Some of them have double yolks!
— Fran C. Crawford, March 1999
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