Sunset Sonnet 9
It’s getting late Syl the
clock is ticking
I isolated penning poetic
verse
You playing your game the
keyboard clicking
A few words back and forth so
we converse
Tomorrow is the Lord’s Day
praise His name
Six days for men one for the
I Am
Twenty six years on my path
free of shame
The water’s of wickedness God
did dam
We shall travel to the inner
city
Newark a place in decay
forgotten
But I know from high to low
God is with me
The first shall be last so
seek the bottom
In glorious voices our
praises ring
Glory to God and glory to the King
