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The light becomes more yellowish white off white

So to speak

There is a careless air to it

All unaware that the sun is in its Descent

The Crescendo is still very far and the

Evening

Like Yesterday promises to be

A Smug dull insipid indoors

No laughter no words spoken with Mirth

It is as if every one have gone to see the DXRama

But how come it is

Afternoon

Tnia by its very definition

Evokes

A Dramatic Tone

The Men and Women

Go about in motion

Have anotherr hour to battle with

Then starts the vigil to

Pamper the Young

Serve the Old

And Ignore

Vasu

But in a way

left to ones' Self

Gives time to prepare for Ones' Final say

Ah! Yes

It is the beginning

Of the Evening

Not many Birds as

They have gone to the more

Shadier dwellings

But the Sparrows are at

It

At one another

Difficult to Distinguish

As their Beaks and Wings

Are Changing ends but

Then when you are in the

Evening of Your Life

They are Soothing

Not much more to

Trundle yet there is no

Regret

Had Every Thing

Oh! sounds Funereal

No Way

Had a Ball

Made people Laugh at times

But the Moral of the Story is

GET LOST

There is a Whole

New Generation to

Pamper