The End of the Day

It all comes down to this.

Here I sit

     Cross-legged

          Pondering the questions

               Questioning decisions

                    Deciding on directions

                         Directing my own fate.

Did I choose the right things?

Opt to pull the right strings?

Help the angels earn their wings?

Did I pull my weight?

 

Reflection serves to move the pile,

A laundry list

     Of dos and don’ts

          Wills and won’ts

               Frills and flaunts

                    That come from every side.

But all that’s left to lead the way

When silence stalks the end of day

Is peaceful bliss that comes to stay

And will not be denied.