End of Day

You may feel a sigh As you fuel an eye With a sight from across a bay. To see a glow As sun slides below At the very end of a day, To see a sail While it touches a gale A sight, brings to heart a cliché'. And the colors melt As the night is felt So comes the end of a day. To bare a wave Or a watery grave To feel never again hard clay. A tear of pride For my sweet bride Are my thoughts at the end of a day. Not to die a youth Is a bitter truth My heart to be torn in affray. I had wine to pour But I have no more It is gone by the end of a day. To have new resign To this life of mine As the rim on my hair turns gray. To be faint of heart At the sun's depart Is but a part of the end of a day. Rather a tomb To my soul be consumed Then to leave for the Devil his prey, Than to have such fright At coming of night When all's left is the end of a day.