A Sunset Poem
A Sunset Poem
Each sunset is a different story,
a different feeling, a different memory.
Sometimes the orange reflects off the blue,
sometimes the red paints a burning hue.
One reminds me of a memory distant,
the other brims my anger in an instant.
First comes sadness, second comes joy,
third comes fire, the fourth is a decoy.
Round and round, forward and backward,
through thick and thin, my life goes onward.
But my spirit is stuck in each sunset I witness,
for sunsets tell me that changes needn't be a mess.