That time when

it's that time again

that time when day fades into night

that time when

I'd take a few minutes to pick up the papers on the floor

fluff the pillows a bit

and sit on the sofa

and let the bustle of the day abate

that time again

to watch the old tree outside the window

buffetted by the wind and rain

bent and twisted

it's knarled old branches reaching out to the sun

that time of day

when I'd like to feel you close

and hear about your day

and share mine with you

it's a time I must endure

that time when

I feel like that old tree

battered by life's adversities

that time when day fades into night

and I watch the old tree, alone

I'll look the world in the eye

and know

one day I'll feel you close

until that time