THE MARRED SUNSET

 

The sun was doing its best

to impress

as it set in the west.

 

But for some watchers

telephone pole wires intruded.

 

Strung in the midst of their vision

they marred the beauty of the sky.

 

Those folks were too old

to move easily to be in a spot

where a better scene

might be seen.

 

For some of them it was as if

a fine painting had been slashed.

 

Tomorrow they might find a better place

to watch the sun go down.

 

Surely one could be found

if a healthy one amongst them

would look around.

 

He would likely do that

if he remembered to.

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