Sunset Poem by Ima Ryma

On my park bench, I did swig down
The last of my bottle contents.
Things were quieting around town.
The day was dusking I could sense.
It was a fav'rite time of day.
I looked for the sun in the sky.
Slowly downward it made its way.
I loved watching sunsets when high.
So on my bench, I did lay back,
And waited for the sun to set.
But then my consciousness went black.
But I woke up, was it time yet?

I looked around, to my surprise,
I was just in time for sunrise.