Yet another sunshine goes down
a calm long day packs up
With a cold snap on the cloudless
Its time to return what’s owed
The porch sees more action daily
dogs in the distant windsound
I’ll sit here if you don’t mind
Not that anyone can hear me.
The bottles are building slowly
clinking with the cats at night
Eye the screen, the TV sound is down
and the news seems repeating
Black night and queue for peace
there’s lonesome in this age
A world has slipped away
my hands can’t do the work no more.