At the end of the day

Make some hay

As the sun shines

You say

Sitting by the bay

As sun goes down

At the end of the day

Thought of hay

Furthest from my mind

As the sun shines, and

A zephyr ruffles the waves

My mind drifts to

What lies behind

A dream perhaps, not

Of what was lost

But what is yet to come

I know in my heart

As the sun

Goes down the bay

Somewhere a new dawn

A new sunrise

And I am ready

Come what may

To face the world

At the end of the day

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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