NoneA Poem by steppenwolfThe end of the day
THE HOURS OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY None At thy command hour follows hour, and time’s full cycle is ordained. 1 It is true, to some, that the day ends and begins With the setting and the rising of the sun. The children run Fall and scrape their shins Toss a ball against the wall Free as the wind-- The sun changes position And they know That a new day really begins and ends Not when the sun is on the mend but When their fathers come home from work. 2 All life is in the father’s brief case Mother puts fresh garden flowers in a vase She lays the cloth on the table So that when Father comes he is able To look on things clean and cooked and shining. Father is back from fighting the battle Of taking and gleaning and acting and deciding The day is done and subsiding A new one begins Of combed hair, fresh sheets, the kitchen smells like bleach-- A kind of providing.
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