Anger of the Setting Sun
Do I like the setting sun?
Red-spangled against the sky
Crimson is the eye in angry glow
The fading light getting ready to go
What may be the cause of its anger?
Though the slanting rays are softer
Has it done its assigned work well enough?
Not to be eager to leave in a huff
Dipping over the horizon, the rim of the sea
Beyond the jagged buildings or clump of trees
Leaving the world descending in darkness
Dispelled with equal but artificial brightness
To come back to the real question…
The self review of its assigned working
It seems that it is not satisfied
Therefore the anger is justified
An uncanny analogy can be drawn
By the review of mankind’s life sojourn.
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