At The End Of The Day
 
Yeah I know about that end of the day stuff...having accomplished only a
case and a half and no new poems...That end of the day stuff?...When
darkness begins its inevitable journey back into the heart of the soul, when
the old familiar light drifts away as if unconcerned...Sure I know that end of the day stuff?  When I have explored nothing new, reached no new levels of being,  when I have produced nothing of any value justifying my continued physical existence and have no feather and nothing else of any worth to hold fast in my hand as the clock ticks toward the unspeakable end of day...yeah...I know about that end of the day stuff....when the heart first notices the change in the light and the soul prepares to fight the impending  night...yeah I know....When I have given nothing of worth and value to anyone, made no one smile, given no one warmth and have but the slimmest hope of doing so ever again...and so yeah...I know about this end of day stuff when I have done nothing to touch a soul or even remind me I have one or that I am worth the trouble of any....