The day has run it's course
with dignity.
Let the clouds pass me,
bruised elbows and knees
handing off the baton
in this long journey.
Hours whistle.
Minutes whine.
Both faithful
to the final chime.
But I don't let such things
fret me.
I'm content
with a day well spent
resting.





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