When the sun finally sets,
I will go without complaint.
It’s been a good time.
I did most of the things I wanted to do.
I am satisfied.
I have drunk in the best of it,
tasted the exotic and the mundane,
the tasteless and the tasteful,
the beer and the fish and chips of life.
When the sun finally sets,
I will down my last beer,
rise to the task,
leave the beach
and make my way home.