I want just one day of unwept glory

I want just one day of unwept glory
Just one day of underserved relief
How time comes to steal like a thief in the night
How it creeps and crawls
When I could truly live a day unsung
It doesn’t need or want, it feeds
I am the main course it devours
I am the fertilizer for its flowers
The buds of life from which it grows
It becomes the blood through my very veins
It flows like a river without a beginning
Just short of an end
I am the life around the corner
Or the death just around the bend.