I’ve seen G.K. Chesterton’s “Evening” in several places lately, and I love its simple reverence. Said as I fall into bed at the end of a day, it disarms the usual barrage of remembered failings and things left undone that seem to cluster, waiting, around my pillow. What are some other good evening poems? I’d love to gather a few more. 

The most authoritative source I could find online was the Blog of the American Chesterton Society.  Here’s “Evening,” by G.K. Chesterton:

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?

Poetry Friday is at Writing and Ruminating today.