an evocation

a shade goes up though night has yet to fall
the calm dim silence moves me to the heart
each has to answer when we hear the call

times might be different life might just appall
the actor might forget he plays a part
a shade goes up though night has yet to fall

the sun goes down it's golden fiery ball
will light the places where the day must start
each has to answer when we hear the call

i have to act but choose right now to stall
my life's been measured and sold in the mart
a shade goes up though night has yet to fall

i haven't spoken but i should have the gall
to state my piece and not to give a fart
each has to answer when we hear the call

thinking of movement will make me feel small
my worldly goods will not fit on a cart
a shade goes up though night has yet to fall
each has to answer when we hear the call