Sunsets On Me Poem by Terrance Upham

Hollow whispers of the sounds in time.
The whispering wind whistles
The time has come for me.

The new day has dawned for me.
At sunrise time will stop
ticking for me.

The Sun has set for me
its only dark I see.

Strain of every hour
stains & sours the
approaching hour.

The whistling wind whispers no more.
Life becomes a swinging shut the door
Living life as poor.

This old man has no
wisdom left in me.
The great philosopher of life will come to see
karma
the, just to be.

Justification of me
Needs no star of justice
for me.

Faint whispers of what
my life used to be.

Is the memories I leave
for perception has no time.

But faint whispers of the
hollow winds blow
peace without harmony.