They have been My Evenings and Night
My age and I kept changing but they remained.
They were play and a story time.
That was when I was a little child.
The youth came with much to seek and get.
Evenings had eyes looking, ears hearing.
Stories were lovable and full of hate,
desires drove both.
Stories never finished, night came
and progressed much,
dreams took over from accounts.
The goals stretched…