The Day
Another poem brought to you through the time machine that travels back to my salad days
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Couldn't find a date for this one, but it's from sometime in 90-91. Before I joined the Army, but after I graduated high school. This is the second poem I've shared here that has a line about the sun extinguishing itself on the horizon. Something about sunsets that really sticks with me, whether in my poetry or pictures. I really like them.
Sunrise brings the promise of a beautiful day
Everything looks possible in the early rays of the morning
With many bright movements, the morning passes by happily
But the day has an overcast haze
It will not be like days of years gone by
It will be influenced by polluting forces
As morning passes, the day fills with a looming dread
As hardship takes its toll, the noonbell rings
The frivolity of the early day is left behind
And the day presses on
The sun breaks the veil of the clouds often
Easing the pain of passing time
But the way is growing worse
The effort increases
The evening soon arrives, bringing the dread closer
A dark evening, as the sunlight is almost forgotten
Almost
The sun is seen descending at times and is joyously greeted
As the sun extinguishes itself in the calm water on the horizon
The day is not forgotten
It has fulfilled its promise
Bringing light and happiness to a few people for a little while
No, it is not as simple as it once was
But, nothing is anymore
Sunrise brings the promise of a beautiful day
Everything looks possible in the early rays of the morning
With many bright movements, the morning passes by happily
But the day has an overcast haze
It will not be like days of years gone by
It will be influenced by polluting forces
As morning passes, the day fills with a looming dread
As hardship takes its toll, the noonbell rings
The frivolity of the early day is left behind
And the day presses on
The sun breaks the veil of the clouds often
Easing the pain of passing time
But the way is growing worse
The effort increases
The evening soon arrives, bringing the dread closer
A dark evening, as the sunlight is almost forgotten
Almost
The sun is seen descending at times and is joyously greeted
As the sun extinguishes itself in the calm water on the horizon
The day is not forgotten
It has fulfilled its promise
Bringing light and happiness to a few people for a little while
No, it is not as simple as it once was
But, nothing is anymore
I would say you are using the sun's progress though the day and into the night as a metaphor about life.
