The Night Poem by Justin Woods

When the day is done,
all the battles fought,
all the races run,
we sit and think
about what we did
then glance in the kitchen sink
and spot a dirty lid

We realize that though the day is through
we still have oh so much left to do

So off we go
to work some more
until the kitchen's clean
and we've swept the floor

In the end
when we are through
we'll always see
that's there's more to do

So at the end of the day when we sit and think
we shouldn't worry about what's in the kitchen sink
because it'll get cleaned by and by
and we can't let this fine evening pass us by