Analysis of The Dusk Of My Day

Where Death’s dusk befell

So coldly where I lay

Yet the memories of my life fills me

Not of the hours I worked

Or the home I so proudly showed

Or the wealth I worked hard towards to flaunt

It was of the laughter of my loved ones

And the warmth of the sun on my skin

The smile of the stranger who became a friend

And your sweet love, which filled the air

As my final moments close

I look back on my life

Not with shame on a life unfinished

But the peace I felt when I first took your hand in mine