The night it closed again
So common yet so blessed
With day that passed forever
What chance to clear a mess
Perhaps the chance to rise
But nature permits falls
Hard lessons with their knocks
But I’ll still stand tall
The silence of the night
Dark bitter and cold
Left alone with thoughts
Perhaps like man so old
My thoughts they comfort me
Many times rebuke
A coward to my self
But blessings can’t count few
Truly nights a gift
With ponderings grow wise
With no critique to fear
And no more need for lies
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