Emil Beurmann

1862–1951, Basel

(reading: Beat Trachsler)

Days like this

Occasionally days but drip along,
so grey, so dull, devoid of purpose–
If only something walked across one’s path!
(And be it but the postman carrying money orders -)

Outside the weather is neither drab nor bright,
no sun that shines or rain to fall,
And folk who pass - to me seem all the same today.
On such a day I recognize too well
that some commit to booze, if not to worse.
Another hangs himself to boot.

Luckily each day draws to a close.
Tomorrow you might be better off.
To find life excellent indeed –
For all you may say,
at times, there will be days like this.

From: Gix and Gax, 1935