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 Dodson

July 1996