Poem 430 – 24:00

The day is over and so this song
Must close the mighty throng
Of four-and-twenty verses with little merit or skill;
Perhaps they gave a little thrill,
But if they did not, take comfort that
They end here, and that is that.

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Dear readers,

The response to this has been incredible, if ridiculous. I’m glad that you like the poems, and seeing the good response roll in all day has been fantastic. Thank you all.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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Poem 429 – 23:00

The day is nearly over, now to rest
The weary world turns its thought to how it is blessed
While those in pain to their suffering soul
And dream of ways to restore the whole.
All blink tired eyes and drift away
To wake again another day.