Sun Fall

It had been a good day
I saw the sun go down
Over the ocean
When I was sick and wished
Not for another day
I hoped not waking up
“I hate to see the sun goes down”
A song I think
I was glad to see the sunset
On the other hand
It is a wish without substance
A brief look
What I will miss when dead
I laugh knowing
That death is an eraser
Nothing will be
Recorded
Our generation was
Whisper on the strand
Of Nirvana
And there is no one
To record our strife