Sunrise And Sunset (1988r)

Poem By Patrick Wescott

From my perch I see it in the distance,
climbing that unseen ladder to the sky.
It rises upward with no resistance,
and from under the bridge I wonder why.

Why has god given us this ball of light,
and the beauty that it gives off each day?
It doesn't seem fair to see this sight,
when our world can not have beauty in this way.

To see it rise, then have it fall again,
makes us wonder how small we really are.
I can't wait for the day we will win,
and can see it close, not from scopes afar.

Until that day I will just have to sit,
and watch for the sunrise and the sunset.

Comments about Sunrise And Sunset (1988r)

love the poem, at first im thinking that old song.......


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