Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Day's End

 and there goes the Day
 jauntily marching out the door
 his laughter wears me
 as a badge, as a blow

 he d’n’t overstay
 ditching his mess upon the floor
 stranded, he’s left me
 there in a silent row

 evidence away
 try, rid the place of his decor         
 there’s a guarantee
 there will always be mo’e

 nothing left to say
 for perpetual is the chore
 and the confetti
 welcome Day, tomorrow