A Finished Feast
When the candles
Have all been burnt
Right down to the wick,
The plates empty,
And the stomachs
Bursting with excess,
We are left aimless
To gather our
Drowsy thoughts.
Hours of work have
Been traded in for
Minutes of satisfaction,
Tomorrow becomes
Today faster than
We ever expect.
The sun is setting
In the window as I
Close my eyes to sleep.
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