Hazy Morning; Bright Evening Poem by Raphael Sackey

What is it about evenings…
Is it because they are closer to the end of the day?
Why does everything become clearer, …
As clear as a dying man's realization,
Of what's most important to him afterall.

What is it about evenings, …
That settles an albeit tired mind;
Making things clear, that were not in the morning.
Clear as day,
When they were clouded as overcast.

Oh what is it with evenings?
Is it the beauty of the sunset,
Or the imminent death of another day?
All the same, my daily faults and misplaced priorities become clear.
Remember the feeling, for early tomorrow, you will not.