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

creative piece.

 

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.