Short End Of The Day Poems
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That draws the customers in;
They like their bargains.
But at the end of the day
I have sold more and made less.
The sun is setting
The afternoon is ending
The store is empty
A few cars parked on the street
I'm content, this is complete
Fate has a way
Always catching up
To you embrace your fate
that is what’s up
at the end of the day
Endless dancing away
Philanthropy comes at the end of the day,
when the robber baron says to his god i'll pay,
to just be heaven sent , ok:} Don
The hunk who is heading your way
Is not hoping you want to play
He just wants your phone
So all that you own
Is his at the end of the day!
Tom flew down to Turkey to play
But found at the end of the day
Putin had to gobble
So there was a squabble
Hence the Marmite-Putin soufflé
What race is Santa Clause?
Some say white, some say black.
But at the end of the day, one thing's for sure;
He's the same color as your dad.
At the end of the day
I go back,
Travel the moments
Of my field-path-
Retrace the harvest
And seed
Placed as children
In eider cradles.
When the Saguaro are in bloom
The desert is filled with perfume
But the way shadows play
At the end of the day
The faithful bride awaits the groom
Matters not we drink coffee or tea
Creatures of habit are we
Three meals a day, work before play
A prayer before sleep at the end of the day
Whatever dies is sure to be missed
Its void reclaimed by an optimist
At the end of the day
We shall all fade away
To a Heaven where dreams still subsist
Words appear as
fire in my bones
memories like fuel on red ashes
Writing things down
cools the hot flames burning
At the end of the day
I am who I am
As the path we take begins to waver
And we look to any for a favor
We might lose our way
But at the end of the day
It is those moments that we may savour
Day-dreamers dream, a dream or two
Day in, Day out, its what they do
Their goals are lofty and second to none
But at the end of the day they got nothing done.
When all the voices fade away
I'm still alone at the end of the day
One pushed away
The other refused to play
The results stay
In the end there's only dismay
Form:
There once was a fellow named Dave
To a pen, he was master and slave
During the day he would lust
A blank sheet did not trust
Yet at the end of the day he would cave
It's all around you
but it does NOT surround you
It doesn't go away
at the end of the day
Before it destroys you
Here's what you can do
~ Just say BOO to fear
In a world that can often be confusing
filled with apprehension, fear and doubt…
at the end of the day may you always be blessed
to find at least one thing to sing about.
Don't let fake people get in your way ,
There not real at the end of the day ,
And things that are not real cannot effect you ,
So be yourself and let your soul protect you.
There are still some uneventful days.
Days which are always welcome.
I have tried waiting.
And I have tried chasing.
But either way, I am tired at the end of the day.
At the end of the day
Reality bats last
So when you worry
That we’re down in the 9th
Just remember
Take heart
And find solace
That reality always
Has the final say
(8/2/24)
At the end of the day-
the West begins its rage
locate your fishing clothes-
we're going out dancing
At the end of the day
When all is said and done
I promise I won’t ask for much
Only
Fire to warm me
Crickets to soothe me
S’mores to feed me
Stars to guide me
And you beside me.
I devour children as if they were appetizers
Every time I stop I let out a big yawn
I also stretch my arms because it gets a little cramped
I dress flashy
At the end of the day I look trashy
The great yellow monster is on it's way.
It has come to take all your children away.
Don't you worry though.
Don't you fret.
The great yellow monster will bring them back at the end of the day.
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