No More To Prove
It’s all over now;
The house is clean,
The laundry folded,
The children grown.
It’s all over now;
Forward is short,
Backward is long,
Nothing more to do.
Friends gone or in homes,
Telephone silent,
A car passing is excitement,
Quiet is resounding.
Days are blank pages;
Routine a necessity;
Just hanging on,
One Two, One Two.
It’s all over now.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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