At well-past-eight, with the setting sun The day’s work and outings are all done. How nice it is to take a peek At what my friends have done, all week. There may be those who’ve moved the earth There may be those who’ve just proved their worth In simple, everyday, tiny deeds. News about you is just what I need. Thank you, my friends…each shared word Through my eyes, in my heart is heard. I’m off to sleep; the world does not end Nor sets the sun on a place without a friend.