Another day is ending,

Another night for thought.

Wishing thoughts of pleasure,

Nobly done and sought.

Mind is a wishing well,

That I drink from each day.

It captures my happenings

And all that I say.

Now I am a thinker

Having seen all the sights.

Nothing has escaped me,

That I thought was right.

I lie in the basket of life,

Prepared for the end.

Still there is more to do,

But for today I bid adieu.