C. P. Cavafy

One monotonous day follows another,
monotonous and indistinguishable. The same things
will happen, they’ll happen again –
the same moments come and go.

A month passes and brings another.
We can easily predict what comes next:
more of yesterday’s tedium.
And, eventually, tomorrow feels like tomorrow no more.

[Written 1898; Published 1908]

Original Greek Poem