"Flor de Muertos" by Jeremy Lipking‘Song at Sunset’ by Connie Phillips The Society January 18, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments Song at Sunset The sun sets ‘neath the mountain top: __A golden orb that blinks And just for seconds lights the sky __Ablaze before it sinks. I see the sunset in your eyes, __Heart sinking in your breast… And bend to give you one last kiss __Before your final rest. A lake just isn’t deep enough __To hold the floods of tears That swell and swirl within my heart __When I recall the years… Those years and years—all of my life— __When you were always there… The laughter, love, and joy I felt __In that brief time we shared. Though we expect and plan to live __A life that we design, We’ve no control o’er anything— __To fate we must resign. But faith the sun will rise again __Will keep my spirit strong, And keep you always near to me __In mem’ry and in song. I know you rest eternally __With God—where you belong. Poor Gluteus Alas, poor Gluteus! __I had you at hello. But everything has changed, __As that was years ago. I used to walk and run __Or bike most everywhere, But then I traded in __My Nikes for a chair. So comfy and so soft __I didn’t want to leave, And never had the thought __That I would be deceived. And never did I think __I’d be swept off my feet, And so completely taken __With a cushy seat! And then, it was a car __And benches, couches, stools… Oh, I just didn’t see __I was a perfect fool! But since I was so duped, __Because I let you go, I’ve nothing but regret __And nothing now to show. So people, listen up! __It’s not a piece of cake! Ol’ Gluteus needs help… __Please learn from my mistake: Don’t let yourself get hooked __On riding around town. Dust off your sneakers now— __Don’t take it sitting down! Connie Phillips is a former English teacher and editor living in Massachusetts. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Patsy January 18, 2020 Lovely Reply connie phillips January 20, 2020 Thank you, Patsy 🙂 Reply Abhimanyu January 19, 2020 A calm one and a beautiful poem. Reply connie phillips January 20, 2020 Thanks very much for your comment, Abhimanyu. Reply Rod January 20, 2020 Your first is beautiful and very touching Connie – your second amusingly honest and totally relateable – demonstrates your ability to “bounce back” as they say. Well done! Reply connie phillips January 21, 2020 Rod, thanks so much for your comments. I really appreciate them! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.