Day's End
What do you do when day is through,
And evening's at your door?
When no one's there, when you're alone,
And laughter is no more?
The fire is banked, the shades encroach,
The candle gutters low.
Where do you turn? There's only you
With no place left to go.
What comfort now, as cold winds howl,
Is what you meant to do?
Where is the peace, where is release,
When day is finally through?
For can you say, at end of day,
You gave your very best?
Your conscience is your arbiter,
As you lay down to rest.
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