Noisy lousy days, distractions galore
With little help to do a right,
With end of it comes end of work
Just before the quiet of night...
No right as rightly done,
As would tell you the norm,
Useless exodus to work at day,
Ironic but true to form.
But just after noisy lousy days are gone,
Creep in nights with fresh breeze,
Turn the reflective mode of mind and run
Lonesome, sleepless times of work to seize.
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