After a regular day, 

I have a long night before me, and 

I am tired. 

Tried, probably, of the sense of an accomplishment, 

that smile of content; 

Or maybe tired of being downhearted. 

Fixing this feeling, I make promises;

some to keep, some to break. 

At the end of the day, 

My feelings are my own guests. 

Happy or sad - it is the spice of life. 

I can only see the darker sky, bitterly; 

Or maybe only the shining stars, sweetly,

(often when I wear my specs)

With the thought of so much to do and so much to achieve, off I go to sleep. 

Next day, the history does repeat! 

But it gets better day by day, night by night; little by little.