The End of the Day
As twilight quietly descends
Then slowly turns to night,
The moon in all its glory
Fills the world with light.
The fragrance of the woodbine
Still lingers in the air,
At the end of a summer's day
Quietude is everywhere.
I sit by my window and watch
As the very first star appears;
Here there is peace in my heart
As I slowly turn back the years.
I remember loved ones now gone,
And friends who are far away,
Sweet memories bring me joy
As night bids farewell to the day.
Copyright Marian Jones 4/06
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