Dusk Falls At 7:00PM

Darkened sky, brisk air;
cool breezes chill the arms bare,  
ruffle my summer wear.
Dusk so soon I am not aware.

A year passes a blink of an eye;
a day goes by before I could sigh. 
Chores I can't simplify;
Do it or not do it, either can satisfy.

Honest toil is something, 
or much ado about nothing?
Depends on who you ask:
existentialist, Buddhist, or moralist. 

It's Monday.
That's why I stray and fray.
A bad poem a day
will drive the gloom away.




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