Sunsets

Sunsets

There are sunsets of crimson

And sunsets of gold



Sunsets of orange, yellow,

And maroon I am told.

But the most beautiful sunset

That one could behold



Is the sunset of life,

In loving people who've grown old.

Their colorful warmth fades not,



When they cross the finish line.



Their character withstands life's trials

To the end their radiance does shine.

With honor of gold

With God as their friend



Their character shines



To the very end.

by Ronnie Reese

All photos taken in the Hawaiian Islands