The evening of my life
Never woke when the sun was shining and the breeze was in the trees,
Suddenly my sun has set and the rays of the big red sun,
Turns the birds back home along with the bees,
So with whom are they going to share the fun?
Moot point, like the new moon sky...
That ignore the birds that fly.
Been here and then been there out where the grass grows,
Headed for every which way but home,
Now the darkness within me grows and it shows,
The day that passed was another way to roam.
Good point, like the river flowing by...
Rushing past the banks that they spy.
Is it time to go home yet?
Or shall I sit down and wait for a while?
Go home, go home.
Image Credit » http://pixabay.com/en/sunset-channel-water-evening-625614/ by Angelo_Giordano