It was the Sun's Last Light

By Andrew Simpson

It was the Sun's last light That Caught a glittering eye To see the farthest distance With all that I can see My hopes built the ground up and saw to his name A man in crimson fabric Who holds a stature's claim

He sat at the Old Inn Table His boots clattered round The keeper kept no words No man dare a sound He lit up a pipe in there The smoke was thick and black Leather Gloves that helped him And slowly escaped the back

No man could see with eyes All that's left was smoke Settling for the fire The Man raised a hoax He turned round to the Barkeep And stared with rounded eyes He was begging for some food It was something you could see

So The Bartender pleaded and gave him his bread And a water to wash with And then was off to bed The stranger had no feeling But he didn't bore So no man payed more heed Until they heard him snore

The dawn had come too early Everyman asleep And as the Rooster Crowed It seemed all men did weep The stranger came down happy With no sleep to spare so they asked him politely To take a nap out there