SUNSET

SUNSET

When the rays are golden pale

Signaling the end of the day

When the shades of black close-in

And the birds fly home to roost

When the joy fades from age

And birth is a thing of long ago

When no claim can be laid ahead

As moth and rust have dined in full

When the world draws its curtain

And heaven awaits its own

When the sun is indeed about to set

Stray men will know the value of life