My life, is like the path of the sun,
Rising with the deep red hues of my birth,
increasing in splendour, as time goes on,
filling the sky as I hit the prime of life.
Now, the day goes on,
and I grow weaker, older, more weary,
closer and closer to the ground,
and once again, like the sun,
I am a red hue, but now I change,
to the silvery glow of the moon
as my life ebbs away,
and death draws the curtain of my life.
What an interesting perspective on life Stephen. Beautifully written. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Stephen, you have a great flow with your poetry, and a great use of words. Love Ernestine