When darkness descends
Mid twilight's flurry.
And the sun has set
And the eyes are blurry.
As the empty stomach
Must have its say.
And the brow is heavy
Midst belly's bray.
You're tired from roaming
Come days end
While longing for peace
And rest my friend.
So tired and weary
The mind has become,
And the heart is turned
T'ward home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When weary after the day's hard toil.... our home stands as a sweet haven of rest and board! Nothing can be sweeter than a sweet home. Enjoyed! I invite you to read my poem Inspirational Quatrains On Home!