Sunset of Truth
The path of living is a long and lonely path at times
Togetherness shared focuses on the lines
Drum on the premise that done, strength and divine.
Wedges driven inside makes us pay the fines.
Molded into a precious piece of treasure
Separated life is sad, weak and lost forever
Folded together like a pair of socks neatly
Faded adoration is worn them secretly.
The sunset of truth never sets on trust
Each day spent builds a fondness always there
Favors attached are each memory in keeping elder
Reaching out beyond early riches traces facts best.
Robert DodsonJuly 1996