Day's End
When the day ends
What goes through your mind?
Do you see life’s bends?
Have you been left behind?
What’s left to find?
Will you just sit there and sigh?
Are you still just as kind?
Will your thoughts make you cry?
No matter how hard you try
Does life put you through a test?
If you do your best can you still fly?
Or will you look a mess?
Will there be a tomorrow?
Or just complete sorrow?
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Here Comes Goodbye | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| The One? | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Blind Love | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| Day's End | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| Fix the Missing Links | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| If life ends tomorrow | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| shattered heart | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
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