As dusk sets in
And light thrown in the bin
Another day to the archive,
The annals, the hive.
And yet in but a few,
The bin gives up light anew;
New hours are birthed
New strivings created.
Alas we must cease the now,
Sign out, take a bow,
Distance concerns;
We've had our fill of Joys and sorrow,
We get a refill on the morrow
This the prudent discerns.
And when the moon gives way
To her sister,
When the day
Is announced by the twitter
Of feathery minstrels,
And the hovering of sinister kestrels,
When the skies aglow with her smile,
Fiery sister of the moon,
The cycle resumes soon
Striving in but a while,
That at dusk we may add
Fatter files to the archive,
That at dusk we may add
Fatter bees to the hive.
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