The Last Bus Home
Now the days are growing fewer, the trick’s to make them longer
To keep on making new things and to try to make them stronger
To start each day before the dawn and then to squeeze it dry
To live each one though it were the last, or at least to try
To stretch it in the middle, day dreaming on the sofa
Thankful in the moment and for all those planned for later
To save the turkey until Christmas and keep the Haribo for Halloween
On life’s back nine there’s plenty to be played for, though the nights are drawing in
Legacy, or destiny, is waiting to be won
The walk back to The Clubhouse in the last of Autumn’s sun
A dram or two, friends old and new
A last goodbye to all the many or even just the few
Save for the evening paper’s horoscope, I am now quite alone
Upstairs at the front again on the last bus home
Could feel this! And you might like this: https://open.substack.com/pub/whispersofthespirit/p/self-compassion?r=hjblj&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true I actually don't know how to do a proper link....
I like your clock-time pattern, images, and skillful rhymes.