So is that time of day.
Some go for the hay.
Others try and find a way.
Yet, it is the end of day-almost.
Some just like to let it coast.
Some bring it in with a toast.
It is all part of the day.
Some even get a days pay.
So we reach into our hearts.
To take out the days darts.
JOE POEWHIT
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afternoon-rain-poem/
