At Day’s End

By Jim Hagarty

I have in my head
A thinking device that
Doesn’t know when to rest.

That would be fine
If the thoughts were all good
But sometimes they aren’t the best.

I try to replace them
With happy ideas
But those never last very long.

And soon I am back
To feeling like crap
And wondering where I went wrong.

Today was one of those
Days for me.
I felt as bad I could.

But things turned around
And I don’t know why
Cause I never thought that they would.

But I’ll take it
And be glad to turn out the light
At the end of this woeful day.

And hope tomorrow
I feel good again
In my usual soulful way.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.