a weary daylight fails 

as it surely must as

another day is forfeit 

to the pervading gloom 

noises will quieten soon

and creatures of the dark

will dare to roam abroad 

it’s time for me to sit, 

consider what’s been done 

and what’s still left to do, 

to ponder how swiftly 

sped the hours from 

bed-rise to prayers

each one over in a blink, 

before tomorrow, that 

sly elusive thief will steal 

another precious day 

© Graham R Sherwood 02/25