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
