Shades of evening
Who knows what the night will bring?
Reflections of tomorrow?
A medley of assorted sorrows?
Past six is the dusk
when the weary find solace
and the day's activity shifts
to rest and, hopefully, repose.
On the chime of midnight
the dark heralds
the reign of the small hours.
Perhaps sleep will bring release –
if not, observe the clock closely
as time passes slowly: think
that in some remote corner of the world
tomorrow has already come.
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