The End of the Day

Itall comes down to this.

HereI sit

     Cross-legged

          Pondering the questions

               Questioning decisions

                    Deciding on directions

                         Directing my own fate.

DidI choose the right things?

Optto pull the right strings?

Helpthe angels earn their wings?

DidI pull my weight?

 

Reflectionserves to move the pile,

Alaundry list

     Of dos and don’ts

          Wills and won’ts

               Frills and flaunts

                    That come from every side.

Butall that’s left to lead the way

Whensilence stalks the end of day

Ispeaceful bliss that comes to stay

Andwill not be denied.