At the end of the day,

When everything’s done.

I look back and wonder,

If it ever was fun.

At the end of the day,

With out any fray.

Would it be okay,

By the very next day?

At the end of the day,

When it’s time for sleep.

I know for me,

There will be no sheep.

At the end of the day,

Starts the beginning of the next.