Beautiful Sunset Poem by John F. McCullagh

He lived in a far distant land, surrounded by the sea,
far away from the masses of his fellow humanity.
He'd venture out upon that sea to fish or ride the waves.
He lived at peace with nature and with eternity.
His favorite time of every day was to see the glorious Sun
setting red beneath the waves on the far horizon.
I heard today that he is gone, departed out of time.
He has closed his book of verse and written his last line.
I promise to remember, friend, for you were good and kind.
Every sunset I have left will recall you to my mind.