Sunday, 22 June 2008

The race has run, there is joy in the setting sun.

The race has run
There is joy in the setting sun
When all is done
And a new day is yet to come.
Now fading light
Leads to the peace of sleeping night
Will be just right
Before the dawn of a new sight
When birds will sing
And the Sunday Church bells will ring,
Papers will bring
News of such great worldly things
But the race has run
And I have not won.

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