Simple observation

In looking at the brightness of the day
I'm tempted to forget that it's not warm,
but still I've got to hope that work and play
will come together in a pleasant form.
Each day I'm to my task as duty's slave,
so many things to think about and do
until I've brought myself right to the grave
and life and love and beauty all are through.
I want to matter, want my words to act
in ways I cannot, want to not to forget
that what is done, the simple honest fact,
is all that's needful -- no cause to regret.
In short, I've got myself a little time
to say the things I need to say in rhyme.