The longest day, when light should linger
Suddenly turned dark
And nothing could eliminate the pall
Which made it hard to place a finger
Anywhere near the mark
Of what had dimmed that twenty-four carat ball.
I stood upon a hemisphere
That currently was warm
But knew tomorrow shivers would arrive
Another less-than-fruitful year
I guess it’s just the norm
To forfeit more the longer you survive.
