Eight o’clock is at hand
a most productive day has been had
Now as the time winds down I find
tiredness slowly creeping its way in.
My Brain turning into cabbage
I try to manage writing another
Finding solace in the fact
that I have gone the distance
in accomplishing a feat of myself
I thought to be an impossible task
placed before me.
I must prepare to rest
for who knows what great
adventure tomorrow may
yet lie ahead.