A Weary Day’s Wage
The weight of the day begins to fade,
As shadows stretch where light has played.
Unlace the boots, let stillness grow,
And feel the clock begin to slow.
Now close your eyes imagine a golden gleam,
A heavy coin within a dream.
Reach out your hand and take the prize.
You’ve earned the peace behind your eyes.
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