"Sunset" by George Freek

I see the sun set across the river.

Shadows like hammer blows

fall on weathered homes.

A few geese float lazily.

Motor wheezing, a small boat

scatters them. One honks

like an old car.

In a chilly rain, leaves

now begin to fall,

and suddenly my wine

tastes like vinegar.

The days come and go,

and turn into another year.

I’ve hardly noticed,

and no one has noticed me.

And like those geese,

soon, I won’t even be here.