The evening hour has always been
A time of quiet peace
The work day is over
School and playtime finished
Then to relax before dinner
This time of year it is dark
The wind blowing and vicious
A good chance that people feel ornery
There are things to do but no energy
Dinner drags on and then the cleanup
There is no news to listen to
Most journalists have taken their final bow
All you hear is negative
There is no joy or motive to be happy
Exceptions are always existing
People of faith have someone to go to
He is a constant companion in their lives
The dreariness is less profound
There is even optimism
Some review the day’s accomplishments
They look forward for tomorrow
There is excitement as they ponder
These dark days and evenings will pass
There is always a silver lining
It is an ill wind that brings no good
The lagers are eager to find fault
Excuses are not hard to come by
Failure is recognized as there is always tomorrow
But the world keeps turning
We must keep pace; keep taking the steps
What drives one and not the other?
A question as old as mankind
We are free to choose our path
Some are bound to fail
They took the wrong path or didn’t care
Normally someone will bail them out
They will get by, usually on someone else’s dime
Maybe things will change
Energy and motivation will return
The evenings will be lighter and merrier
That’s all we can hope for
Stanski
December 10, 2020 ^
December 10, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 