Poetry: The End of the Day

Poetry by Betty

Gratitude from time well spent,

Regrets from what could have been,

The end of day tends to breed

Feelings ranged from joy to spleen.

Twenty-four hours are not enough

To fit routines, hopes and doubts

Perhaps sometimes excitement

That could well replace the angst

Of what tomorrow may bring

As the birds finish to sing.

And while dusk cracks into dawn

I spend another evening alone.

Just for my neighbour to meet

The sound of his nagging wife…

Suddenly, I’m not so mad

About what I get to call my life.