The last day even:- Walter Sam(Poem)

‘s twilight and beam
Men swaying high as wind
Riding high past men like breeze
Tossed off like leaves in leaze
‘s twilight and beam
The cozie sun with unruly gleam
Hadst ravaged earth with crisp umbra
But saints away in large number
‘s twilight and beam
Moving my beloved ones as stream
Swaying away to divine realm
But I behind is a dream
‘s twilight and beam
Shouts and regrets is every man’s theme
Chime of woes hunts our souls
But the righteous away in a wink.
Walter Sam