There Are Those Who Can'T

As I sit on the pier the evening Sky greets me with its soft colors Shades of pink, purple and Pastel blue My eyes drink in this ever changing Portrait of the sunset here on the pier High above the water I feel Closer to it than those below But; as with all that is external The beauty of the sunset soon Fades as twilight begins to Encroach until there is only darkness Though fleeting we are blessed Most every evening with This beauty Don't waste it, don't ignore it Don't be indifferent to it Cherish it, enjoy it For there are those who can't