Just another sunset
One of the 25,000 I was issued at birth
Rippled waves as it dunks into the lake,
The glow fading to black
Rich orange and fiery red dull to blue, grey and grey
Letting go of another precious day
What of tomorrow?
What of my hoard of imagined years, the dreams unmet, the goals yet staked?
What of them?
Am I but grass to be piled on the pire?
Is my raison d’one? A
m I to be a companionable crutch to the faltering or a blaze against the night?
Am I to die of exhaustion or apathy?
Just another sunset.