just how the day ends will not really matter
you learn some things and others will forget
while over all the raindrops still may spatter
a time of quiet ends with angry clatter
the precise hour so long ago was set
just how the day ends will not really matter
we left the happy children to their chatter
too soon they'll learn the meanings of regret
while over all the raindrops still may spatter
all turns to silence there's no need to flatter
when other purposes have not been met
just how the day ends will not really matter
against the wall we vainly strike and batter
honour and purpose long ago upset
while over all the raindrops still may spatter
upon this shore the urgent waves still shatter
but no one's left to worry or to fret
just how the day ends will not really matter
while over all the raindrops still may spatter
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
17 January 2008
just how the day ends
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