Evening

Watch people as they end out the day,
All the tired soles walking over the ground
And heavy coats over shoulders wear the walkers down.
Who do you think they go home to,
Those with tired hearts.
Did they make a difference that day,
Or struggle to stay awake.
Are their homes alight with love and life
Or are the lights simply off, too tired to care;
House of the living or mausoleum for the past.
Oh you tired things, is this where you expected to be?
Are you fitting your scenes? Are you waking from haunted dreams?
I hope you have something to lean onto at the end of the day;
Be it a dream, a passion, or a someone.
Lean, lean, lean child,
Lean into this evening.
Sleep, sleep, sleep child,
Make peace with your dreams
And try again tomorrow.