Written by C Hues
November 18, 2022
When winter’s shadow draws ever near You expect the sun to speed its pace. What is old will wither and decay While new seeds spring up in its place. But for us—sunset has come too soon The days are submerged in the dark At early age we see the moon And sunrise seemed a shortened spark. Youth should at least be given chance To bloom and rise, or at least try. But time is cruel and doesn’t care At what age you are sent to die. The sudden flash of righteous rage The rush of tears, the helpless thought That I can make the sunrise last Adds more insult to memory past.