At the end of the day
Contrails crossing the velvet sky
I settle into my chair
And listen to your snores
You

At the end of the day
Sun sinking into Cook Inlet
I reach out to caress
Your hair your beard
Me

At the end of the day
Ocean waving goodnight
I trust myself to you
After all these years
Us

At the end of the day
We say goodnight
And bless each we leave
Behind to grow
Future

At the end of the day
What is left to say
We lived, we loved
We leave it all
Behind
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Velvet Verbosity challenges us with the Remains of the Day. Although my doctors told me today that I am “young” (as compared to the older folks in their waiting room) I am entering the last third of my life. And, so, my thoughts often turn inward and these words reflect that.
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