A F Harrold

The End Of The Day

Staring into space,
Just doing nothing much,

I watch the clouds drift,
Just doing nothing much,

And I hear a sparrow sing,
Just doing nothing much,

And I hear a dropped pin,
Just doing nothing much,

And the clouds still float,
Just doing nothing much,

And the sky’s still blue,
Just doing nothing much,

There is grass beneath my head,
Just doing nothing much,

And I should be in bed,
Just doing nothing much,

But it’s an evening of the summer,
Just doing nothing much,

And it’s warm and light,
Just doing nothing much,

And it’s late but bright,
And I’m just doing nothing much,

And I’m slipping into shade,
Just doing nothing much,

And it’s the end of the day,
Just doing nothing much.