Sunset is a short work about the things we can control.





Tread gently near the bellows of rage

          Lest you miss the whispers of despair

Put no measure to know another's gauge

          Lest you can bear what returns unfair

All will taste the turning of each page

          Lest the binding is crisp from too much care

Covet from none as a silent Sage

          Lest your path be where only the forlorn dare

For all the eve must come like a bitter Mage

          Lest none will sip a potion immune to despair

Be greedy with the dawn with no fear to engage

          Lest the sunset find your soul while you are bare.




by James Cavell

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