Sitting in the sun
My work for the day done
A sweat beaded brow
As on my supper, I chow
Sun parched lips
Enjoying the chilling sips
Day turning to night
In the sunset, I delight
A sense of satisfaction elates
Wife calling, a warm bath awaits
'Coming soon! ', I reply
Taking my last look at the sky
For soon I will die
A heart attack, the reason why
My final sleep it will be
No tomorrow, my eyes will see
Never to awake
While I sleep, my life, the Lord will take
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