Sunset Poem by Paul Sebastian

Evening curtain gently falls,
The sun’s worn and wearied:
Bows out, gets no curtain calls.

Lingering, reluctant to go to bed;
Showing its swollen face, red
Is now blanketed by an orange-red mantle sky,
Resigns to sleep over the horizon: night is nigh.

Seated in a seaside restaurant was I;
Embracing the God-painted, beautiful sky.
Contemplated on the needs to be done;
Planned the steps I would take, one-by-one.
I searched for directions;
Penned down some clear intentions;
Charted my course of actions;
There, I made some clear decisions.

Sunset days hasten their coming,
Oh! So much to be done!
I can’t go on lingering…
This sunset is passing…
Sunset days hasten their coming.
Oh! So much to be done!
And when my sunset days come…
They are fast approaching…
I shall not say: I have nothing done

Sunset days hasten their coming.
I will go about doing as much as I can
I shall not waiver, directed must I stand
Accomplishing each goal, is a blessing
So shall I keep counting God’s blessing
And when those rushing days come,
I shall face them with the things I’ve done
Rest my head with my heart in full content
My life well lived, not in vain, spent
Count my blessings
Offer thanksgivings.