The Sunset
The crow's ragged grating voice
Greets the dawn, not my choice
Harbinger of love or grief
Both spoils of a deceitful thief
Love's crooked path far away
Not traversed in many a day
Grief my only steadfast friend
More gifts to heal and mend
The burden each hour seems to grow
My unsteady steps are faltering slow
This journey will end soon enough
Men used to be made of sterner stuff
Heart beating, breathing ragged gasps
A loving hand my shoulder clasps
Beautiful eyes and delightful smile
Lifts my burden and my trial
Daylight breaks the darkest night
Hope replaces deadened fight
Winding road now arrow straight
I love again, it's not too late
