Late
in the day, a golden day the sun has laid.
I
have done all I was meant to do. No accounting
for
my deeds which were few. My thoughts
were
random, no plans have I made. Late in the
day.
Tomorrow, the same? Not quite. In a word or
two,
perhaps golden again, but then who can say?
Chris
Hanch 4-16-18
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