The final drops of energy sliding away,

Holding on to the promise of the end of the day

Fighting fatigue, each step a thousand pounds 

Feeling like a fighter who’s already gone ten rounds 

Some days are diamonds, some days are coal,

Sometimes it’s hard to get close to the goal

A last vestige of hope glitters in the dying of the light,

Reminding, always, to continue to fight.

The final promise, you can do whatever you chose

Provides comfort and warmth like an old pair of shoes.