A Sunset

A sunset drifts across a weary sky.

Would that I were a bird to fly

To chase that ever fleeting light

Far beyond the grasp of night.

But alas, long have I made my nest

Where darkness soon shall usher rest.

For all the many years I toiled and plotted,

Hope I did my best with the time allotted.

My solace now is but to know I flew

During brighter days, under skies of blue, 

Filling every hour, whether hard or soft

By reveling joyously in my time aloft.

The chicks have hatched and taken wing. 

May they in daylight ever proudly sing.



(A friend posted a meme about aging, where there was reference to a beautiful poem that the speaker had forgotten. I decided to see If I could write a poem on the subject of aging.)