It’s the end of a long day,

a long week.  All days and

weeks are the same number of

hours, only months and years

are of different lengths.

It can just seem long depending

upon your experience of it.

Fun things end way too soon.

Drudgery, boring activities

never seem to want to end

& be over.

Someone should put them

out of their misery.

Some compassionate, kind


For the rest of us, we’re on

our own.

Happiness is not often

delivered.  We have to

conjure it up with the

raw materials we’re


There should be a contest

for who can make the best


I know if I tried, I would win.

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