Evenings are for regretLoathsome feelings emergeFrom something vile bubbling beneathThe tired aching earth
Evenings are to forgetThe million smiles given freelyBazillion hugs taken From that selfish innocent
Evenings make me lamentAnother day lost to little jobsThat pay nothing, not even satisfactionAt a job well done, for it's got to be done again
Mornings are my friendsI wake up to her laughterIt washes over meRids me of the filthy remnantsOf last evening's slovenly regret
(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)