At 8 'O clock the sun goes
Behind the tree, the Joshua one
Across the street
Faded time, watched it hide there
For 16 years now and somehow
It stirs up reminders
Of the younger ones
As we all grow old
With our gray hair and atrophy
Knowing eventually the sun
Will go down for us too
My front yard's partially shaded
As that heat hides where I am living
Not dying, going up not down
Sunset, sunrise, life's up and down
It's no surprise
At 8:10 P.M.
To find a way
To meet the Earth
That's where my soul goes when
I've had enough sleep
To hide behind
My Joshua tree
As I think of my Noah weather station
That says, "cheer up mom
Your sadness
Drives people from you"
Going to smile
Let the water run off my
Face in perspiration
Instead of tears
Remember my strong sons
And their young years
That help me keep living
All you young
Keep my hopes high
As the sun in the morning
Lighting the Eastern sky.
