by Gerrit Bos,
There are angry days, there are quiet days.
There are good days when peace settles on the haze.
There are angry days, there are quiet days.
When the subdued mind is prisoner to the diseased body
and life is passing you by.
There are angry days, there are quiet days.
When the boundary between living and dying is very slight,
and tomorrow seems so distant.
There are angry days, and yes there are quiet days.