With the setting sun

In the twilight of my days

My work completed

I sit in an easy chair

And await the creeping darkness of night

Into the wee hours of the morning

When dew drops fall from your eyes

This vigil I must keep

And fight off temptations

To fall asleep

I know His knock will come when morning dawns

All I want to do is exit gracefully

When He comes for me

And accept gratefully

Whatever He has for me

And when I am gone

Think not of me in coming tomorrows

But in memorable yesterdays,

I am here to stay