Tuesday, January 22, 2013

At the end of the day

At the end of the day
I've seen one more sunset

At the end of the day
I wonder how many sunsets the sun has seen

At the end of the day
My skull, it aches, ineluctably

At the end of the day
My shoes have grown one day older

At the end of the day
I've sipped six litres of water instead of five

At the end of the day
I've spent one more minute in the cloakroom today

At the end of the day
I've to call the plumber since everything leaks

At the end of the day
I've learnt one new word that I won't recall tomorrow

At the end of the day
My newspaper informs me the Arab Spring is facing eastwards

At the end of the day
I realise a building obstructs my view to the east

At the end of the day
I want to have breakfast instead of dinner

At the end of the day
I can't

At the end of the day
Everything is determined by a rule book

At the end of the day
It is always someone else who has authored the rule book

At the end of a day

I'm always a bit poorer

At the end of the day
All of us are together, finally, as we try to fall asleep
 

1 comment:

Swetal Kanwalu said...

At the end of the day
it reminds me of Vincent van Gogh