the setting sun
as i stare into the failing light,
a glimpse of the place where day meets night,
hard to focus, cant adjust my sight,
it seems a metaphor of life.
the setting sun begins to fade,
reflecting on the promises I've made,
through lifes troubled waters I've had to wade,
i ran away when i should've stayed.
darkness starts to cover the land,
i sit alone, no-one to hold my hand,
the hour glass spills its final sand,
sits alone, this broken man.
the glimmering stars,so bright and clear,
so beautiful,it almost brings a tear,
what tomorrow brings is always unclear,
but i must face it and show no fear.
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