A Sombre Thought by Carol Naylor
As the evening draws to a close
And the bubble of excitement finally bursts,
Drowsy youngsters, deprived of sleep,
Clinging carelessly to parents like limpets
All stifling yawns, bleary-eyed, cushioned in sleep,
Stumbling outside in the oppressive heat of night.
Murmurs of farewells, adieu, barely audible as
The curtain of darkness cloaks the world.
A sombre parade as families escape to their sanctuaries
A peaceful accolade to mark the end of prize-giving!!
2011, Tabuk, KSA.
Copyright 2013. Permission must be obtained from the author before this poem is reproduced.
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