Ruth C. Demetral
Poem by Ruth C. Demetral
The golden sun hangs heavy in the West;
it's glowing rays leap upward
tightly hugging the horizon, ever clinging
while slowly sinking downward -
Trying to hold on to the day
as darkness gradually settles around us
replacing the light we wish would stay -
Ah, but order of the universe rules;
Alas! man with all his technology
can't change it with his tools.
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