by Dylan Thomasfrom Under Milk Wood
Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord a little prayer I make,
O please to keep a loving eye,
On all poor creatures born to die.
And every evening at sundown
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I’m sure is always touch-and-go.
We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first
To see our best side not our worst.
O let us see another day!
Bless us all this night, I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say, goodbye – but just for now.
For Gwyneth and Christine