An Odd Sort of Day...

The closing of an awkward day
Amid a busy week.
Solutions that I tried to find,
Problems I didn’t seek,
The little ups and downs that come
But never seem to stay;
They flutter through, make themselves known,
And then they go away.
So now I settle down a while,
My bible and my tea
Will soothe the restless turbulence
That lingers within me.
Then I will bid the day good night,
What I could do is done.
I’ll have to do the rest of it
Beneath tomorrow’s sun