I’ve always liked Philip Larkin. Thanks for sharing.
Here’s another one of his poems:
“Days”
By Philip Larkin
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
