At dawn unfolding day its promises
holds fast and gently wakes them one by one.
Put forth your wishes, with aplomb it says,
and seize the chance until this day is done.

At noon half-finished day its reckoning
begins and urges slacking workers on.
Renew your efforts, faith is beckoning,
and make your mark before all hope is gone.

At dusk departing day its full review
concludes and lulls to rest the still alive.
Be still and sleep, await the coming cue,
and grasp the opportunity to strive.

Come midnight, put now yesterday aside
and give a good tomorrow for our guide.

-a sonnet by Robert H. Stone -- August 2009