Solving the Day

Every day’s a puzzle
And we contemplate the clues.
The blanks are right in front of us;
We either win or lose.

We cannot know if we’ll succeed
When we rise up from sleep.
The crossword boxes wait for us,
Their secrets veiled and deep.

Some days we sail right through and solve
Each riddle, quick and fast;
While others leave us stymied,
With some traps we can’t get past.

The challenges are little tests
And sometimes, we might fail;
But if we don’t give up, perhaps
We’ll possibly prevail.

When nightfall comes we check the page
To see what we’ve completed.
We might feel satisfied and smug
Or tired and depleted.

No matter what the outcome,
If we’re high or in the tank,
Tomorrow is another day
And all the boxes blank.