Self

Sun setting gently on the mountains
Clouds gathering provide a blanket against the night
Sunlight the color of liquid gold
Turns fiery red, then dark blood
Darkness slowly creeps toward me
Another day born now dies
A tear rolls down my ageing cheek
Sorrow wells deep in my heart
One more of the days I was given
Once come, now must depart
Was this day used wisely
Or wasted, never regained
Time knows the answer
Maybe I never will
So I lie surrounded by the softness
Of night’s cool black hand
Sleep relieves my pain and sorrow
With dreams of tomorrow
And forgiveness of today

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o. dell