The end of the day

Lie me here and tuck me in.
But I beg you, do not wake me.
Do not bring me round
When tomorrow comes.

Please. No mention of the morning.
Or what the day may hold.
For I will only be disappointed.

Let me be.
Let me sleep and hope,
That I will take the dream
I always said I would.

I am tired. So tired.
I wash. I dress. I eat. Then soil my clothes.
Forever in the company of others.

The end of the day is here,
The morning has lost its sheen,
And tomorrow is for others.

SD
April 21