Poem: When Day Is Done

http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/when-day-done

When Day Is Done

Sorrow remembers us when day is done.
It sits in its old chair gently rocking
and singing tenderly in the evening.
It welcomes us home again after the day.
It is so old in its black silken dress,
its stick beside it carved with legends. 
It tells its stories over and over again.
After a while we have to stop listening. 

Iain Crichton Smith

from New Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2011)