The Evening is Mine

Day is ending,
day is done.
Birds have flown
with the setting of the sun.
Best not to be sad
for the times that are past.
We trudge the mortal coil
and moments do not last.
Draw loved ones close
and make sure they are fine.
Grab a pillow, quilt and slippers.
The evening is mine.

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