The Setting Sun

lizaaitken


 

As I sit here in the autumn sun,

I compare it to my life.

It’s weaker now and gentle,

no longer shines as bright.

It strokes my arm with tender care,

with warmth it touches me.

That it joined me on my journey,

is plain for all to see.

It’s dimmer now but just as true,

its rays are full of love.

As it sets, before it dies,

it paints joy in skies above.


Published by lizaaitken

Mother, daughter, sister, cat owner/slave. Thoughtful about life and trying to make it worthwhile.

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