When the alarm clock rang this morning
I sulked about a new day dawning
“Yuk,” said I, “what a botheration
“to endure the new day’s frustration.”
Pro-choice? Shouldn’t I be the one to choose?
But, alas, life doesn’t allow for much muse
Reality dictates that one must awake
For if not, one’s livelihood is at stake
And though we might love covers over our head
Most of us can’t afford a day in bed
We cannot end our days before they begin
We’re forced to cope with its contractions
Carry the morning full term until eve
Suffer with its aches and petty peeves
At the end, though, you often can say
Thank G-d we hadn’t aborted our day.
Rabbi Akiva was once teaching his students when he noticed some of them drowsing off. He banged on his shtender [lectern] and said, “chevrah, I want you to know something. Because Sara lived 127 years, Esther many years later got to rule over 127 countries.” His students perked up and stayed alert and awake. What they had been told is that each day, each hour, each second has a potential that will be rewarded. And they didn’t want to snooze through any of life’s opportunities.