It’s late evening
The body is tired, the joints ache
He’s in no mood for more
He’s had enough
His eyelids droop
How has his day been?
He reflects and nods with satisfaction
Not spectacular, not uneventful
Could have been better
But for things beyond his control
He is ready to sleep
As the birds head home
As darkness envelopes the sky
Nothing more to do
Nothing more to look forward to
He looks around him
People are still in their mornings
Or afternoons
With lots more to do
With lots to look forward to
Why then has night fallen?
Why then is it time to sleep?
Isn’t there an answer?
Will someone not question?
Why this unfair ending to the day?
Life is not fair, not just
Not equal to all
Some have bright days
Others have clouds
Why this difference, why this dichotomy?
The body is tired, the joints ache
He’s in no mood for more
He’s had enough
His eyelids droop
How has his day been?
He reflects and nods with satisfaction
Not spectacular, not uneventful
Could have been better
But for things beyond his control
He is ready to sleep
As the birds head home
As darkness envelopes the sky
Nothing more to do
Nothing more to look forward to
He looks around him
People are still in their mornings
Or afternoons
With lots more to do
With lots to look forward to
Why then has night fallen?
Why then is it time to sleep?
Isn’t there an answer?
Will someone not question?
Why this unfair ending to the day?
Life is not fair, not just
Not equal to all
Some have bright days
Others have clouds
Why this difference, why this dichotomy?
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