The Setting Sun

As I gaze at the setting sun: 

Golden spans turning red; Gloam just ahead, 

The charmed, frivolous, and fond life is done. 

Sacrifice will inform my ways – 

Burden weighing my days. 

Freedom’s fire becomes blight-blaze, 

Control essential, stunted potential, 

Pressure on ev’ry side – a lasting phase. 

Hope my boat isn’t led astray 

But it’s Time’s forecast’s say. 

The star’ll rise once more, 

Shining bright, providing life’s light, 

But its glow will be slightly sore. 

My unharmed health to stay: 

For that, I pray.