As fades this day to evening
did we live fully, well
(not just burrowing, cleaving)
At peace when comes day’s knell?
If on day’s gallop we felt thrilled
were our furrow straight, deeply tilled?
Were we too absorbed to allay
to show heart or others’ plight?
Did we take pause in the day’s fray
of our misdeeds feel contrite?
Have we alighted fulfilled
so our heart now can rest stilled?