Sunet's Finality

He sat on the porch
Watching the sun go down
And drinking his ice cold beer.

As the day ended,
He thought of endings
And wondered what his would be like.

The golden haze
Was a site to behold
And a tear cornered his eye.

The end of days
Was a thought to behold
And all that framed his mind.

His sunset was fading,
Missed so much that was gone
And he realized it was almost over.

As the sunset faded
The beer bottle was emptied
And a shotgun pierced the silence.