When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thoughts,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For memory has painted this perfect day
With colours that never fade,
And we find, at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.
- Carrie Jacobs Bond (1862 - 1946)
When could I say that I had a perfect day after work.... Just right now, when evverybody's going home while I am here in the office still stuck with my bullshitt boss.
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