Sitting upon a weathered bench,
We watched the sunsets fade;
One by one the days ticked off
‘til only one remained.
Today we shall jest with the sea,
And punch away its waves;
Surely we shall hold it back
Before this sunset fades.
Then we shall watch the clouds,
And draw their perfect shapes;
Surely we’ll have seen them all
Before this sunset fades.
After, we shall chase the wind,
And challenge it to race;
Maybe we’ll have won by then—
Before this sunset fades.
Then we’ll count the finest sand,
That upon the beach is laid;
Perhaps we’ll have numbered them
Before this sunset fades.
But if you’d prefer, then I suppose
We may sit here and be still;
Let the day move east to west
And just stay here until—
Until the sunset fades.
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I'm a little apprehensive about the repetition. What do you think?
