As night begins to rise and the Sun says good night The man leaves his room to go out and sit
And staring at the sunset that always does right
He just can’t comprehend the beauty of it
As he pulls up his hands to prevent the cold
He squeezes as tight as he can
And he stares at the stars, unbelievably old
That have always towered over the land
As he sits on the hill, tired is he,
For he’s no longer a young man
He sits with the stars, just them and he
And stays there as long as he can
He has no regrets, just him and his hill
He feels no sadness up there
And he sits on the ground, content and still
And time takes his life with that stare
So remember this man, content and patient
That stayed there, with the stars and the hill
With the amazing sunset, beautiful and ancient
And the sadness he never did feel
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Beautiful, this peom was varey inspiring and calming, thank you
Hi Jude,
I like your poem is very unique in the way it was wrote. The morel in it gives it sentimental value. My favorite part is when you describe how old the stars are.
P.S. IT sounds like a real cool sunset! 🙂
~Andrea
Hey Jude,
I really like your poem I thought it was amazing. I really liked everything about it. It’s beautiful..and by the way to answer your question I don’t like the policy about building the wall. I personally think it is really stupid.
Well until next time.
~Ce-Ce