Sunset on a Sunday

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A moment of reprieve, as the weekend slowly closes,

To move a little slower and stop to smell the roses—

A time for a jest or two without feeling like a fool,

Time to notice how the air is growing cool.

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There is time now to watch the sunset or the rising moon,

Time to watch the soft sand to leap from dune to dune,

And during all this time, for a moment, I relax

And remember, for a moment, for to slow my tracks.

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Yet I know that when I wake tomorrow,

When sunrise brings work, or stress, or sorrow,

I will forget this time and long for it again,

As I'm thrust like chum into the sea of men.

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—But for now, I am at peace with hope sustaining,

Ignoring minutes past, enjoying those remaining;

And then I remember my duties to do

And return once again to the troubles I knew.

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Farewell fleeting fantasy of peace,

Greetings to my troubles that seem to never cease,

And back within the would I make my visit

And leave from this peace, knowing I shall miss it.

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End