the evening bench
the evening sun sits long across the lawn
and daisies red have closed their thoughts of day
the cat looks homeward ere the moon decides
and the sparkle in my drink turns to stars and hey
how nice it is to be the last to sitting in pondering
of what tomorrow’s sunny day will bring
and on those thoughts i bid you goodnight my friends
may your dreams be as mine and long in wandering
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