Twilight on Sunday

Ridges of red and gray outlined the whole sky

Expressing with their dumb tongues, the greatness on high

The city looked drab ere the lights began to twinkle

It appeared to be on the earth’s face – a gray, and anticipated wrinkle.

Activity was sparse, especially since it was Sunday

Which is now universally accepted as a fun day

Crowds jostled each other at theatres and at beaches

Whilst some relaxed at home, and ate apples and peaches

It was a clear and calm day with brightness all around

A day, which in a week, is only once but found

When joy and happiness prevails, and a well-earned rest is got

When you can cool the temper that had all along been hot –

With a lolly in your hand

And a smile on your face

You stroll along the beach

At a very leisurely pace

Throwing into the sea

The misery and gloom In your heart

And quicken up your steps

To make a fresh start…