Day Is Done
DAY IS DONE
When the day is done,
and the time is nigh;
I long to come undone,
Breathe a deep sigh.
I try to capture the day
in my mind’s eye.
Else, it be lost by the way;
gone to bye and bye.
For,
if the day has been good,
I add to the stock
of the solid rock
On which I stood.
(c)1119091036pJeanMarieTempestlady commented on Day Is Done
11-27-2009
11/27/2009
StandingBear commented on Day Is Done
11-25-2009
11/25/2009
Hampton commented on Day Is Done
11-24-2009
11/25/2009
kdarcy commented on Day Is Done
11-21-2009
11/22/2009
dahlusion commented on Day Is Done
11-20-2009
11/20/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.