The Last Sunset Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And, when the time comes
that the sun, that always has
warmed body, soul and mind,
that showed, a heavenly lantern
all roads available, to choose
though wisely, perhaps not
when for the final time
it hovers at the far horizon
hesitating for just a spell
before submerging, clutching
the sad remains of my dear soul.
I'm overcome by a dead calm,
as now the countdown is interrupted
to show to me the smiles of those
whose hands I'd held for just a while.