New Criticism

Ted Kooser - A Birthday Poe

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

Interpretation:

 Our life is too short, we don't know when we will die or until when we will be 
alive so we must treasure every minute of our lives. To everything there
 is a season and a time to every purpose under the heavens; a time to be
 born and a time to die; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to 
get and a time to lose; a time to keep silence and a time to speak; a 
time to love and a time to hate; a time of war and a time for peace, but
 what really matter is on how you spend those times correctly and 
justly. Treasure those who are always there and makes you happy because 
you can never realize their importance until they were gone.