The Word of the Day challenge for today is TWILIGHT.
I’m going to respond with this thought provoking verse by Edgar Guest:
NIGHT
When night comes down
to the busy town
and the toilers stir no more,
then who knows which
is the poor or rich
of the day which went before?
When dreams sweep in
through the traffic’s din
for the weary minds of men,
though we all can say
who is rich by day,
who can name us the rich man then?
It is only awake
the proud may take
much joy from the stuff they own,
for the night may keep
her gifts of sleep
for the humblest mortal known.
By day held fast
to creed and caste,
men are sinner and saint and clown.
But who can tell
where the glad hearts dwell
when the dreams come drifting down?
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From his book, Collected Verse of Edgar A Guest
© 1934 by The Reilly & Lee Company
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