Regrets
Come
At
Sunset,
Tasks
Yet
Undone.
Plans
Go
Askew
No
Matter
What
I Do.
The
Day
Sinks
In
A
Blaze
Of
Sun,
As
I Count
What
Must
Be
Left
Undone,
A
Portrait
In
My
Mind,
Words
In
My
Ear.
I Fear
It
Grows
Too
Late,
The
Work
Will
Wait,
And
Tomorrow,
I’ll
Begin
Again.